Winter is coming. The leaves have fallen and everything is cold. The streets aren't as crowded as usual. It's sunday and it's 7 pm, so everyone is at home. Everyone but us. In this part of the city, everything stays silent and calm. You can barely hear a baby crying, the cars passing, and the wind moving the tree's branches. I am not trying to sound like the typical teenager. No, I mean these words. I am in love. Yes, you may think I'm "too young" or just having a crush on someone. But I'm sure, I love her. And she loves me back. You can feel it in the air.
But hey, kiddo, it's time to tell you a lil bit about me. Hello, my name's Lucia and a couple of brown eyes are my worst enemies. They are my perdition. My addiction. I'm not complaining though, I'm not. I swear I consider myself the luckiest girl on earth for having this addiction. Let me tell you, buddy, not everyone can find something that tames them so much. Not everyone can find something that makes them realize they depend on that thing. It may sound weird, but I like being addicted. I had never had such a sweet enemy. Those eyes, they are what keeps me alive and a letal weapon that could kill me just by disappearing...
But now let me talk about her. You need to know who I am talking about, because she's the main character of this story, our story.
Well she has the most beautiful hair. It's light brown. Her lips are perfectly shaped, and her face is the most beautiful face my eyes have ever witnessed. Her smell, well I can't talk about that, life is unfair. But her voice- god, her voice. Her accent. Her body. Her personality... Oh yes, please, let's talk about her wonderful personality. She's got a sense of humor, and she is very talented. She is very caring and sweet. She is also really smart. She's perfect.
Anyway, now that I've said what I had to say, I can carry on telling you our meeting at the park. I am smiling. We casually let out a cheesy phrase and then go silent for some minutes, both of us smiling like fools. Almost drooling. Sighing. Everyone would be able to notice we can't wait to hug or have any kind of physical contact. But we can't. Let me explain this situation:
I have just arrived to her country. We had promised our first kiss would be special. In a nice place. Somewhere unforgettable (even though I've told her our first kiss would still be unforgettable if we kissed in a trash can), so when I got to the airport we just gave each other the longest, sweetest and needed hug of the story.
Now She's taken me to her favorite park. My heart is racing, and I can't breathe at a slow pace. I need her. I know she wants to kiss me too. So after getting a hot dog, starting another conversation and sitting down on a blanket we put over the grass, I decide to make her laugh (her laugh is the cutest thing ever). I put some ketchup on her cute nose. She said something, but my excitement was at a higher level than her tone. She pushes me, and we laugh but then she quickly kisses me. Just a quick kiss on the lips. I can't help it anymore, so I hug her really tightly and make her lay down on the blankets. I give her a thousand kisses. Short kisses. Long kisses (specially on her neck) that made me the happiest girl. She says "te amo" again and again while I kiss her neck, passionately. Then her cheeks, sweetly. And then her mouth. but I don't have a word to decribe that. I lay down by her side, and wrap my arms around her really tightly, like I never want her to be apart from me. I kiss her face once again and say "I love you more" as her eyes scanned my face and mine stared into her eyes, looking for an answer to my questions. "Do you know how important you are for me?" "What have I done to deserve this?" "Can you promise me you'll never leave?" These are the last thoughts that go through my mind, along with: beautiful, happy, love and stay.
