My First After My Last



My First After My Last

I still remember the first time you kissed me. We were at a bar for a friend’s showcase and all I could think about were your blue eyes. The way they stared so intently, observing everyone, everywhere, all the time. Your face was so close to mine that the inevitable had to happen. It was quick, but satisfying at the same time. All I wanted was more, paying no mind to the crowd around us. My timidness had disappeared. 

When we left all I could think about is feeling the heat radiating from your body. I finally built up the courage to slide my hand into yours and I held my breathe waiting for the rejection, but then you took it. You held my hand and now my heart was beating up my throat. Loving every second we spent walking to the train together. At that moment you were mine and I was yours. Only for the night. 

The last kiss of that night was underneath the train tracks on Roosevelt Avenue. It was your first time in that part of Queens and I still remember you comparing it to Los Angeles. The place you left me for. It’s okay though, because the memories keep my heart full and I’ll never forget the feelings I had. They’ll fade with time, but they’ll always be mine. 

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