He kissed me tonight.
We were outside, by the bus stop and there wasn’t a soul around. It was just He and I. The way it should be. The icy breeze made our cheeks and nose red and I liked it. My outside matched my insides; shivering and excited. We had been talking all evening, about everything: Music, movies, jokes, anything to keep us there and with each other. As it got later, the moments grew awkward. Lots of staring, stammering, fumbling, silence…then he did it. I knew that I wanted it the whole time and hoped that he did too. As he softly put his arm around me, I knew that he did. I closed my eyes and waited. He pressed his pillowy lips against mine and exhaled into me. His breath smelled and tasted like boy in this indefinable way. It was beautiful. I tasted his tongue. It made me happy.
Then I heard my mother’s voice in the distance, calling me inside. I didn’t want to leave him. We looked deeply into each others eyes and said our goodbyes. I haven’t stopped thinking about him since. I hope that he is thinking about me in the same way. I want to kiss him everyday. I long for that smell of boy as I close my eyes waiting for sleep to come and whisk me into dreamland. When I get there maybe he will be waiting for me in that same gray toggle jacket, ready to pick up where we left off and I can kiss him into tomorrow, until I see him again at school where we will sneak sideways glances and smiles across the classroom.
