Ten days before my 20th birthday was my first secret rendezvous. Ten days before my 20th birthday was my first kiss. And ten days before my 20th birthday I fell asleep with his taste on my lips. I decided to let it stay till the morning thinking it would make a difference. It rained but it tasted and felt like winter, the wind in my hair said so too. Everything was so alive. The beating of my heart lulled me to sleep echoing tiny earthquakes which tingled through my veins to my fingertips. It's celerity glides along the waves of the sea. I didn't just watch fireworks, I felt it sparking inside of me. There's nothing else I would want to perceive but two things are for sure, I'm loved and confusingly in love.
