The Last Spring Starflower a/k/a The Summer We All Fell out of Love

Part 3: Fire

It was the first time in my life I ever kissed somebody so intimately, so passionately. This kiss could not compare to anything I had experienced before. It was an awkward kiss. It was an upside-down kiss. It was messy and complicated. Still, neither one of us seemed willing to stop it. We both yearned for each other, as much as two 16 year old kids could yearn for anything. 

S climbed on the bed while attempting to keep the contact and the magic between us going. His lips left mine only for a split second when he was shifting positions. I remember putting my arms around him and pulling him close to me. I was so careless, carefree. So was he. Nobody else in the world existed but us. That's how I felt. We were alone on this planet and the world was going to end right then and there if I let go of him. 

Teenagers feel everything much stronger than adults do. I sometimes find myself laughing at the innocent "me" from the past. I knew nothing about anything but I thought I knew it all. I really felt I had the world figured out. I was wrong. I was very wrong.

Both of us were clumsy and inexperienced. I remember feeling out of breath a lot, but I did not want to stop the kiss even if it meant I would die if we continue on. He accidentally pulled my hair while trying to caress my face. We finally stopped kissing, only to burst into laughter. 

Our relationship was always good. We never fought long-term because neither one of us knew how to be angry at the other. Even when things were tense between us, one of us just had to start laughing and everything would go back to normal. We understood each other well. I felt connected to him the way I never felt connected to a person before. I guess he was my first love. 

There was a silent agreement between us, an understanding that no matter what happened, we would be there for each other in the end. 

Could I have known at that exact moment that soon enough he would need all of my support and understanding? 

I admit, I had no idea. I guess I was blind to certain things. So was he. Both of us, we did not see further away from each other. My vision was limited to him. He was what I cared about the most. But I should have looked away from him, and I should have opened my eyes to what was going on around us. More specifically, what was going on at that same moment in the other small room right next to his...

END OF PART 3