First Kiss
Everyone remembers a first kiss. Well any kiss that meant something. But there is also that kiss that plays back in your mind like a skipping DVD that you cant turn off.
Mine was perfect. As if the whole world was watching my life in movie form and waiting for it. Couples would hold each others hand tighter as they would watch me and her come closer, embracing each other. The music would play our lips together giving the crowd goosebumps and leave them wishing and hoping to feel it again.
It started after church. She drove me to work. I didnt want to go. Every second with her was a blessing. We werent together, but I didnt need a title. I just needed her presence. Her smile was so warm and comforting. It was if I could look into her eyes and see a better person then the person I saw in the mirror every morning.
We normaly sat in the parking lot for 15 minutes or so before I would go into the asain kitchen. We would listen to music and talk about church. Or I would talk about anything and everything while she listened and laughed. When ever she would laugh she would put her face into my chest. It might be why I loved making her laugh so much.
She got a phone call from some of her friend saying that they were at the park and wanted her there. It was ok. I was about to go and wash dishes for the next eight hours anyway. I gave her a long hug then turned my head and kissed her on the cheek. I would kiss her cheek as much as could. Well as much as the moral code of ethics would allow. But no matter how many times I did she always smiled. "See you tonight?" She asked as I was stepping out of the car.
"Of course." I said back to her winking at her. I always did somewhat inane things that you see in sixties movies in order to impress her. She knew it was cheesy but was flattered none the less.
Three hours went by. Times goes fast when your in a kitchen. Goes even faster when you have a person who barley speaks english shouting obsenitys at you. Of course the head waitress was always nice to me and let me get away with alot mischeif. I was just finished with he third set of dishes when the waitress arrived in the back telling me I had a visitor. Not expecting a person I ran to the dinning room with excitment. My excitment was matched with pure elation as I saw my angel standing before me in the pretty red dress. I stood in front of her with a white shirt and apron soiled in what was once fine quzine and was now a saliva saturated mess. "Wow." I said softly.
"What?" she asked.
"Your just so beutiful."
"Oh Nick."
Hearing my name escape her lips was too much to bare. "I would hug you, but...you know." I said pointing at my apron.
She then ran forward and jumped into my arms. I held her so close. So close that people around us might of thought that we havent seen each other for years. I loved her. Life without her seemed unlivable. "I cant wait for tonight." I wispered to her ear.
"Me neither." She said.
I let go with a tiny bit a pain in my heart knowing I would have to leave this wonderful girl to stand in front of a dishwasher and the constant pile up of pots and pans. Our hands were locked until the last second where we were to far to hold them. I went back in the kitchen. The cooks looked at me like I just got laid. "She your girl?" One asked.
I looked behind me at her walking away, "Maybe one day." I replied.
The hour final arrived. It felt like an enterity before the clock struck eight. I ran outside passing all my co-worker with a short goodbye on my breath. She waited in the car. A smile formed on her face as I jumped into the car throwing the apron I forgot to take of out the window. "Where to?" She asked.
"Same place as always." I replied.
She knew to well what that meant. The park. The park where we always went, to the bench we always sat on, to the tree we always sat under, to the place I first told her I loved her. It was not even half a minuted from my work. We were there in no time at all.
We sat under the stars and talked for an hour. We always sat the same way. I would sit with on leg on each side of the bench and she would sit inbetween my legs and in my arms. I would always smell her hair as we talked and I would softly wisper my words in her ear. Like every word I said was for her ears only.
After this hour she turned around to face me. The conversation grew into us talking about past girlfriends of mine and how I kissed them. My "moves" if you will.
"How do you make a move?" She asked.
"Well I touch their face very softly and then take my pointer finger..." I said as I touched her face, "And curl in under thier chin. Then lift thier chin up to meet my lips."
My lips were close enough to feel hers but not enough to kiss. "Thats a good one." She said.
"I remember you saying you would slap me if I ever tried to kiss you." I said my lips still touching hers.
"Well I dont know..." She said touching my other hand.
My heart exploded in my chest and was now beating fast enough to power the entire city of Detroit. I leaned back a bit and looked her in eyes. Our eyes were locked, and for a moment we were sent into a differnt realm. A realm created with our love. Stars were spinning around us. The moon flew closer to watch our romantic movie. I have been her best friend for a year and she has been mine. I have loved her for a third of that time. I never knew if she felt for me until that moment. I put my hand on her cheek then ran my fingers through her hair. I leaned in and touched her lips with mine. My lips, playing every bit of my feelings for her like an insturment. I loved her. Everything about her. Everything she was and everything she is now.
Moments like that let you know your alive. That everything in your life isnt as bad as it seems. Moments like that are God's gift to us. Also to let us know he is there. Somtimes thing dont work out the way we want and we live in this memory if only to never let go of what you once had. Guys need to know that when you have a girl you need to show her everyday that you love her. The phrase just inst enough.
Nick
Mine was perfect. As if the whole world was watching my life in movie form and waiting for it. Couples would hold each others hand tighter as they would watch me and her come closer, embracing each other. The music would play our lips together giving the crowd goosebumps and leave them wishing and hoping to feel it again.
It started after church. She drove me to work. I didnt want to go. Every second with her was a blessing. We werent together, but I didnt need a title. I just needed her presence. Her smile was so warm and comforting. It was if I could look into her eyes and see a better person then the person I saw in the mirror every morning.
We normaly sat in the parking lot for 15 minutes or so before I would go into the asain kitchen. We would listen to music and talk about church. Or I would talk about anything and everything while she listened and laughed. When ever she would laugh she would put her face into my chest. It might be why I loved making her laugh so much.
She got a phone call from some of her friend saying that they were at the park and wanted her there. It was ok. I was about to go and wash dishes for the next eight hours anyway. I gave her a long hug then turned my head and kissed her on the cheek. I would kiss her cheek as much as could. Well as much as the moral code of ethics would allow. But no matter how many times I did she always smiled. "See you tonight?" She asked as I was stepping out of the car.
"Of course." I said back to her winking at her. I always did somewhat inane things that you see in sixties movies in order to impress her. She knew it was cheesy but was flattered none the less.
Three hours went by. Times goes fast when your in a kitchen. Goes even faster when you have a person who barley speaks english shouting obsenitys at you. Of course the head waitress was always nice to me and let me get away with alot mischeif. I was just finished with he third set of dishes when the waitress arrived in the back telling me I had a visitor. Not expecting a person I ran to the dinning room with excitment. My excitment was matched with pure elation as I saw my angel standing before me in the pretty red dress. I stood in front of her with a white shirt and apron soiled in what was once fine quzine and was now a saliva saturated mess. "Wow." I said softly.
"What?" she asked.
"Your just so beutiful."
"Oh Nick."
Hearing my name escape her lips was too much to bare. "I would hug you, but...you know." I said pointing at my apron.
She then ran forward and jumped into my arms. I held her so close. So close that people around us might of thought that we havent seen each other for years. I loved her. Life without her seemed unlivable. "I cant wait for tonight." I wispered to her ear.
"Me neither." She said.
I let go with a tiny bit a pain in my heart knowing I would have to leave this wonderful girl to stand in front of a dishwasher and the constant pile up of pots and pans. Our hands were locked until the last second where we were to far to hold them. I went back in the kitchen. The cooks looked at me like I just got laid. "She your girl?" One asked.
I looked behind me at her walking away, "Maybe one day." I replied.
The hour final arrived. It felt like an enterity before the clock struck eight. I ran outside passing all my co-worker with a short goodbye on my breath. She waited in the car. A smile formed on her face as I jumped into the car throwing the apron I forgot to take of out the window. "Where to?" She asked.
"Same place as always." I replied.
She knew to well what that meant. The park. The park where we always went, to the bench we always sat on, to the tree we always sat under, to the place I first told her I loved her. It was not even half a minuted from my work. We were there in no time at all.
We sat under the stars and talked for an hour. We always sat the same way. I would sit with on leg on each side of the bench and she would sit inbetween my legs and in my arms. I would always smell her hair as we talked and I would softly wisper my words in her ear. Like every word I said was for her ears only.
After this hour she turned around to face me. The conversation grew into us talking about past girlfriends of mine and how I kissed them. My "moves" if you will.
"How do you make a move?" She asked.
"Well I touch their face very softly and then take my pointer finger..." I said as I touched her face, "And curl in under thier chin. Then lift thier chin up to meet my lips."
My lips were close enough to feel hers but not enough to kiss. "Thats a good one." She said.
"I remember you saying you would slap me if I ever tried to kiss you." I said my lips still touching hers.
"Well I dont know..." She said touching my other hand.
My heart exploded in my chest and was now beating fast enough to power the entire city of Detroit. I leaned back a bit and looked her in eyes. Our eyes were locked, and for a moment we were sent into a differnt realm. A realm created with our love. Stars were spinning around us. The moon flew closer to watch our romantic movie. I have been her best friend for a year and she has been mine. I have loved her for a third of that time. I never knew if she felt for me until that moment. I put my hand on her cheek then ran my fingers through her hair. I leaned in and touched her lips with mine. My lips, playing every bit of my feelings for her like an insturment. I loved her. Everything about her. Everything she was and everything she is now.
Moments like that let you know your alive. That everything in your life isnt as bad as it seems. Moments like that are God's gift to us. Also to let us know he is there. Somtimes thing dont work out the way we want and we live in this memory if only to never let go of what you once had. Guys need to know that when you have a girl you need to show her everyday that you love her. The phrase just inst enough.
Nick