First Date

I sat with Sarah in the kitchen - we were exchanging stories about our first dates, and she told me some story about how she was two hours late to her first date with Mikey (and I thought you were late to ours…) and how they had a rather awkward dinner, and then got a little drunk and won a pub quiz. Then I told her about ours, and how I walked past the crypt today where we sat and kissed and I knew you were all I wanted, I was so glad to have met you. I remembered how your hair looked, how your legs felt, how your lips tasted. I remembered how the restaurant was busy, then how we slipped into the Maple Leaf a little while later, got drunk while the Arsenal game was on. Then outside, I took you by the side, and held my hand against your cheek as I kissed you for the first time, and it stood to be more important than any kiss I’ve ever given before in my life. I knew that I wanted it to be my last first kiss.