It was about this time of the night, in what seems like a forever ago, but feels like yesterday that I kissed the beloved one for the very first time... As I sat there pantsless, vulnerable, naïve and nervously afraid, little did I know or suspect that the awkward first kiss of those lips would seal the fate of, and condemn my heart to a lifetime of longing and loneliness. Tonight, some 17 years on, I can still vividly recall the sweetness of that first passion and the ache of restraining the precious desires of my heart. It would be just four more days until he would know my sacred truth and hold my heart in his hands forever... He still has it.
I am always remembering...
And my greatest fear is that I may not live long enough to forget.
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