A kiss.
What a simple, yet truly powerful thing.
In fact, a kiss is what inspired this particular blog.
It would definitely be classified as one of my perfect moments.
This guy...he's my best guy friend, so we've been hanging out a lot. But on this day...things felt different.
Hell. They WERE different.
Late the afternoon before, I made the astonishing discovery that I like my best friend.
And I don't mean like as in "awww he's cute" but in the "OMG I really like him" way.
I didn't really want to tell him, I was lacking the courage to do it. So...I dropped a hint. A really big hint.
Lucky me, he got it, and I didn't have to actually say anything.
Fast forward through tthe next seven hours (I was working...so exciting.) and we land in the McDonald's parking lot at 11:30 p.m. He was there to see me and our other best friend, but I had butterflies the whole time I was working, just thinking about the fact that he was outside waiting for me.
I asked him to hold my keys, since I didn't have any pockets, and took his key in return. He couldn't leave with my keys, and I couldn't leave with his.
Midnight: we're sitting talking to friends, and we're kinda flirting back and forth, but not to much.
1 a.m.: We're around back lying on the pavement, staring at the stars. We talked for a while, and then I rolled onto my stomach so I could look at him, and attempt to get my keys back from him without actually giving him his. I failed. Epically. His reasons: "you have my key and...I don't want you to leave."
I proposed a trade, my key for his, and promised not to leave.
About this time, we had one of those moments where we just looked at one another. I broke first, and looked away.
I remember sighing, and he asked me "What?"
"I almost kissed you," I said.
"Me too," was his reply.
I sighed again, this time because of my own stupidity.
The HE sighed, prompting me to ask, "What?"
"Nothing," was his very aggravating reply.
"I told you. Well...I dropped a hint."
"You did, and I dropped a hint too."
I was very confused, "When? A few minutes ago?"
He just looked at me, and I looked back.
But this time, instead of looking away...this time, we kissed.
It was one of those hesitant, let me judge your reaction, kisses.
It was slow, and it was simple.
It was almost magical.
It was breathtaking.
It was...perfect.
It was a kiss that made me forget everything, everything but me and him, lying together on the pavement.
Fast forward once more...Yesterday.
I woke up feeling perfectly happy, although I knew that our kiss had complicated things.
Skip the afternoon (I was working. Again. Yay me), and we end at 8 o'clock in the McDonald's parking lot. Laying together in the back of our best friend's truck, all I wanted to do was kiss him again. Just once more. But...I didn't.
I was afraid too, I wasn't sure how he felt...or if he would want to kiss me again.
As soon as our friend got off work, we decided to go to Lake Pickthorn, where we sat on the levee talking and getting eaten alive by mosquitos. He reached for my hand, and we just sat there, hand in hand, just being friends.
Like the smart person I am, I let our other friend drive my car when we left. Not that she's a bad driver or anything, it was just nerve wracking. I sat in the back with him, and....he kissed me again.
Once more, it was the best kiss I've ever had, topping even the first. There was no hesitation, just that moment before, when you're looking into each others eyes, and moving slowly closer.
Like the first one, this kiss was soft, yet somehow more urgent. It was still just as gentle, and magical. Breathtaking is a good word for it. Sitting in my backseat, windows down, with our friend driving, pretending not to notice, yep, definitely pretty cool.
There are so many more little moments, and I could go on forever I'm sure.
But I'll spare those little details and end with this: I hope there are many more moments just like those in my future. Are they perfect? Maybe not, but if they aren't, they sure came pretty damn close.
What a simple, yet truly powerful thing.
In fact, a kiss is what inspired this particular blog.
It would definitely be classified as one of my perfect moments.
This guy...he's my best guy friend, so we've been hanging out a lot. But on this day...things felt different.
Hell. They WERE different.
Late the afternoon before, I made the astonishing discovery that I like my best friend.
And I don't mean like as in "awww he's cute" but in the "OMG I really like him" way.
I didn't really want to tell him, I was lacking the courage to do it. So...I dropped a hint. A really big hint.
Lucky me, he got it, and I didn't have to actually say anything.
Fast forward through tthe next seven hours (I was working...so exciting.) and we land in the McDonald's parking lot at 11:30 p.m. He was there to see me and our other best friend, but I had butterflies the whole time I was working, just thinking about the fact that he was outside waiting for me.
I asked him to hold my keys, since I didn't have any pockets, and took his key in return. He couldn't leave with my keys, and I couldn't leave with his.
Midnight: we're sitting talking to friends, and we're kinda flirting back and forth, but not to much.
1 a.m.: We're around back lying on the pavement, staring at the stars. We talked for a while, and then I rolled onto my stomach so I could look at him, and attempt to get my keys back from him without actually giving him his. I failed. Epically. His reasons: "you have my key and...I don't want you to leave."
I proposed a trade, my key for his, and promised not to leave.
About this time, we had one of those moments where we just looked at one another. I broke first, and looked away.
I remember sighing, and he asked me "What?"
"I almost kissed you," I said.
"Me too," was his reply.
I sighed again, this time because of my own stupidity.
The HE sighed, prompting me to ask, "What?"
"Nothing," was his very aggravating reply.
"I told you. Well...I dropped a hint."
"You did, and I dropped a hint too."
I was very confused, "When? A few minutes ago?"
He just looked at me, and I looked back.
But this time, instead of looking away...this time, we kissed.
It was one of those hesitant, let me judge your reaction, kisses.
It was slow, and it was simple.
It was almost magical.
It was breathtaking.
It was...perfect.
It was a kiss that made me forget everything, everything but me and him, lying together on the pavement.
Fast forward once more...Yesterday.
I woke up feeling perfectly happy, although I knew that our kiss had complicated things.
Skip the afternoon (I was working. Again. Yay me), and we end at 8 o'clock in the McDonald's parking lot. Laying together in the back of our best friend's truck, all I wanted to do was kiss him again. Just once more. But...I didn't.
I was afraid too, I wasn't sure how he felt...or if he would want to kiss me again.
As soon as our friend got off work, we decided to go to Lake Pickthorn, where we sat on the levee talking and getting eaten alive by mosquitos. He reached for my hand, and we just sat there, hand in hand, just being friends.
Like the smart person I am, I let our other friend drive my car when we left. Not that she's a bad driver or anything, it was just nerve wracking. I sat in the back with him, and....he kissed me again.
Once more, it was the best kiss I've ever had, topping even the first. There was no hesitation, just that moment before, when you're looking into each others eyes, and moving slowly closer.
Like the first one, this kiss was soft, yet somehow more urgent. It was still just as gentle, and magical. Breathtaking is a good word for it. Sitting in my backseat, windows down, with our friend driving, pretending not to notice, yep, definitely pretty cool.
There are so many more little moments, and I could go on forever I'm sure.
But I'll spare those little details and end with this: I hope there are many more moments just like those in my future. Are they perfect? Maybe not, but if they aren't, they sure came pretty damn close.
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