A Short Story
I remember coming home and seeing your dogs for the first time. I love those two. Two of the most adorable dogs I've ever met, if not the most. We went into the kitchen where you showed me some stuff that you wanted me to try. I remember that we didn't make long eye contact throughout the ride home and when we were there. I never understood why. Anyways, we stood there in the kitchen, just smiling in disbelief and pure joy. I looked over to you, like I've been doing for that entire evening. I couldn't get enough of you. You're so beautiful. I had to look, stare, daydream what I wanted to do with you and to you while idiotically being there with you physically for the first time.
And then we were alone.
I'm not sure what lead to it, all I know is that I put you on the counter, your legs around my waist, my arms around yours. Your hands were gently rubbing my face and then we made eye contact.
There it was. That smile, that damned smile that made my legs as weak as cooked spaghetti noodles. Any doubts if this would work had already faded, but at that very moment they became non-existent. It wasn't scary, but the amount of butterflies that fluttered through my body made this moment all the more intense. I looked into your eyes, you looked into mine, and we slowly moved our heads closer to one another. No talking, just giggling and smiling like idiots, and then...
And then you kissed me.
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Her
PoetryIt's her. It can only be her. My desperation has struck new limits for this girl. There are a lot of odds against us. The undeniable attraction. The pain of not being able to touch one another. The scare of our future. And the uncertainty of whether...
