The day we met, I wanted you to kiss me. And for days after that perfect night, I could not stop thinking about kissing you – imagining it, wishing for it, dying to have it. I could think of nothing else. (Well, okay, I could think of what I wanted after the kiss.) But I knew why you didn’t kiss me (until you did… and then I knew why you did). I knew you understood why we had to wait. The respect you have for me made me fall in love with you. (Maybe I was already falling, but you made me fall faster…). I will never forget. And I wish I was kissing you right now instead of sitting alone thousands of miles away from you.
Remember the day we met – that evening on the sand – when the waves crashing onto our legs felt so cold I shivered? You insisted on getting me a towel to warm me up. But you didn’t just hand me the towel. No, you knelt in front of me and draped that towel over a stranger’s legs. My God, how sweet. In my head, I was grabbing you by your tee shirt, pulling your mouth to mine. I wanted you to kiss me.
We were only just beginning to know each other, but you told me all about your life. Everything. The good parts… and the sad parts that broke my heart. When tears fell from my eyes with a mind of their own, I was sure you would think I was an emotional disaster. But you didn’t. You touched my cheek and wiped my tears away. I forgot how to breathe. I wanted you to kiss me.
I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Thank God I work for a friend because I was completely distracted and useless. I wanted to be with you but I wasn’t sure how to do that… if I could do that. But I didn’t have to figure it out. I walked out the door, and you were there… waiting for me. That may have been the most beautiful moment in my life (up to that point, anyway). You smiled and I melted. And I wanted you to kiss me.
The first time you held me in your arms could very well have been the last, too, because my heart nearly quit. It went from pausing to racing to jumping so fast I never thought it would stabilize. You were warm and strong and perfect and I think you were the only thing holding me up. I didn’t want you to let me go. My God, I wanted you to kiss me.
I loved the way we fell into each other’s arms the afternoon we met at the park. It was beautiful – our inability to keep from touching each other. Your fingers slipped into my hair, gently, sweetly tucking it behind my ear. I sighed… and you kissed me. On my forehead. I was desperate for more. I wanted you to kiss me.
I teased you the night we had dinner together. I think you really were trying to fill me with wine so you could have your way with me. But you knew I didn’t need wine for that. I already wanted you. When you teased me right back, oh, you were adorable and funny and irresistible. And I wanted you to kiss me.
I stopped our walk on the boardwalk and tried to steal your keys. I wanted to drive. But you thought I was trying to tickle you. I swear, I wasn’t! But it was perfect because you fell onto the sand and took me with you. When my body landed on yours, you forgot all about the keys. I slipped my hand into your pocket and you sighed. You almost moaned. I thought I was going to die in that very spot. On top of you. On the sand. Oh, I wanted you to kiss me.
How do you always know how to fix me? We were having the perfect day together, but my mind spiraled out of control with all those irrational thoughts. I couldn’t stop them. But you stopped them. You wiped my tears. You held me. You smiled for me. You were scared and confused, too, but you wanted to help me. You were amazing and sweet. And you understood… and you fixed me.
And I wanted you to kiss me.
And you had to kiss me.
And I had to let you.
And then you kissed me.
And then I lost my mind.
I will be home soon, love. ♥
~Writing 101: day 18