It's been a while since we've been together, we've kissed a lot, but none of the kisses beat the very first one we had. She was a beginner, I wasn't a pro but I knew what to do, it was like riding an old bike, your hands on the handle bars, except handle bars aren't handle bars, more buns, the bike has no breaks and to top it all off, your eyes are closed.
So, we spent everyday together, I mean the inevitable happened, but that's not what's important here. What's important is that I fell in love with her, I caught feelings before I ever even knew, it was almost hard to believe that one girl from Denmark and me, a normo from South Africa could ever fall in love. I mean, we were worlds apart, and even though we knew deep down that time is slowly running out, we didn't care, the love kept us together and we lived for the moment.
