There aren't many moments in my life that I remember clearly. It's rather I'll remember the day as a whole than the individual moments that made the day great. But it was a Saturday night and your hands were caressing the parts of my sacred temple and your face was so close to mine. Your cheek touching mine, your nose on mine as though they were one, your forehead leaning against mine as though your head would fall off your shoulders if you didn't. You were so close to me. We were both breathing the same air. I had never wanted you to kiss me more in my life. The tease of your lips barely grazing mine. You would have felt me melt beneath your very touch and the very idea of your lips interlocking with mine. It was just a Saturday night, but it's a moment I won't ever forget.
