It's the little things like your kisses.
I remember our first.
You'll never know the amount of courage it took to look into your beautiful brown eyes, much less kiss you.
But I did.
It was fast and spontaneous.
I held your face in my cold hands and placed my lips on your soft ones.
I loved the way you naturally reacted. You didn't freeze; you relaxed into my touch immediately.
You tugged on my sweater and pulled me closer to you, so much so that you probably heard my heart leaping out of my chest.
We finally broke apart, and it felt like free falling from a high that I'd never experienced.
What was that for?
And I didn't have a reason. I couldn't explain it to you, why I kissed you. I just knew that I had to.
And even though it wasn't my first kiss, it was the first that mattered.
