Ever since I was around the age of fourteen or fifteen, I have had an obsessive compulsive disorder. Ever since I had met him it was worse than it ever was before. That fear of something going wrong and it all being took away overwhelmed, and everything had to be perfect.
I pulled away from him, and look up at him. He just looked at me and said "what?" I replied, "nothing" and smiled. His eyes twinkled and he gave me an Eskimo kiss. When he had first leaned in to rub our noses together, I thought he was going to kiss me on the lips and I didn't know how to react. I had kissed guys before, but it was so different. There was no emotion, as this, with anybody else I have ever met my whole life.
At that moment, he kissed my forehead and I smiled, then he just looked at me, his eyes full of excitement, it seemed. He gave me another Eskimo kiss and I giggled. It was as if I was a little girl. I felt as if I was a little girl, just a child, with a first crush. Another Eskimo kiss came, and our noses rubbed together... our lips touched ever so lightly, just a brush. Then he game me a real kiss.
It was like my first kiss all over. the way a first kiss should be. I had butterflies in my stomach and cold chills that ran down my spine and all over. Trickling out into my limbs. As cold as it was outside... I was warm. I think I could have literally collapsed in his arms. I have never kissed someone like that in my life. I have never held that much emotion inside me at one moment, before. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted my heart to feel like it was going to burst of excitement, fear, and happiness all together... forever.
I wanted this feeling inside me to last as long as it possibly could. As all these emotions were going through me, I recalled something he had said to me once, "you're really the kind of girl I can see myself with. If not for a long time, for forever."
If not for a long time, for forever.
No comments:
Post a Comment