We walk for over an hour through waves of snow, it shoots over our head like fountains. You have a camera with you, yet you don’t take a single picture. Instead, you take my hand and lead me through the common like you’ve been here a million times in just this way. I follow behind as you almost skip along. I am being dragged but it doesn’t matter because I haven’t felt this full of life since…
You stop quickly and I crash into you. We are now face to face in the cold, our breaths visible and short. My heart is pounding. We haven’t kissed yet; hands have been our only communication of flesh. I am far too old in this game to feel fear but then and there you are a force to recon with, Lily. You don’t blink, you don’t move, and I am left shuttering.
It is here that you bite your lip, coy and pale you’ve ensnared me.
“have you every kissed someone and really meant it?”
I am completely off-guard. To anyone else I would have said yes, I would have told them I was once in love. That she had broke me into a million tiny pieces and left me to put back together the jig-saw. To anyone else, I would have held high a torch to meaning and beauty in love. Here however, I am not sure. With you at this moment I am not sure I have ever loved someone or that anyone has loved me, and I doubt every kiss from post-coital to truth and dare.
“I don’t know…”
Your lips part to reveal a glowing smile.
There is a kick of wind and the snow whirls around us, cloaking us in white dust like fireflies in summer. There in that vortex,
“well why don’t you try?”
We share our first kiss. Innocent and fresh, sweet and still, there is nothing else but us at that moment. We are us at the purest form. This is the start of it, our gun has gone off and the race has begun. It is March 16th and 29.3 months from now, my cheek will sting again but not from your lips…