It was only a kiss. not even a real kiss, it was more of a frozen touch of the lips. It quickly moved from frozen to friction under the covers while your mom was in the next room! In that same room, we talked about our future. The number of acres we would have in our backyard, the number of dogs to the number of children we would one day have. I cut off my legs in order for you to reach a little higher. With the same legs I gave, you stomped on my face and ran away with my limbs.
You always asked me why I never wrote about you, I told you that if I ever wrote about you that was a bad sign. Congratulations, I am now writing about you.
