Honey Bee

fifth

.fifth letter

Taylor,

What I miss most is when we meet in the park over the weekend on winter time and just sit there, looking at people we barely know.

We saw kids at school, couples even, and we’d laugh because they were making out on the bench and they don’t even know how to kiss.

But when people started leaving, you told me to go with you to your house.

I declined at first because I just really wanted to go home and talk to you through the phone. But I guess I can’t let myself win over you.

So we went to your house and once again laughed at those couples.

And then you leaned in and kissed me.

And it was my very first real kiss.

And you know what? I still feel the warmth of your lips despite the cold.

And I’ve always kept the warmth with me ever since.

-Matt