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It was dark.
We were in movies. Your hands on mine, my hands on yours. Your fingers touched mine; my body didn’t tremble when you stroked your thumb, but so did my heart. You leaned onto me. My head slightly nudged your shoulder, then I rested my head on your shoulder, like where should it be. I breathed in your scent. I carved your smile on my mind.
I ignored that movie a long time ago.
You leaned in closer; so close that our nose collided. Your lips brushed mine, then your tongue slipped in. It was light. It was lasted for five seconds. Maybe less. I don’t know. I hope it lasts forever. However, it didn’t.
Then again, I tried to concentrate on the movie.
I took that popcorn and gave it to your lips. You took in, then tilted your head, gave that popcorn with your lips onto mine. I smiled. You knew, because you rested your eyes on mine longer than I thought it would be. It happened again for two, three times. Then you kissed me again.
I hope it lasts forever.
However, it did not.
Your thumb grazed mine. I put my hands on yours.
Sometimes I would trace my fingers on your skin. Engrave the frame of your body and your face and your eyes and your smile. I inhaled; your scent lingered on my mind. I rested my head on your shoulder. I closed my eyes.
You caressed my hair so gently it made me feel safe on your arms. You kissed my cheek and looked into my eyes. At that time, I knew, I fell deep.
You didn’t say it, though. You didn’t say love. Not at that time.
But I smiled. Again. My lips couldn’t resist the temptation of your present. Your present, you in my head and my hands and my arms.
I stroked my fingers slowly on your face; felt the stubble on your chin. Then you held my face tenderly. Your lips touched mine.
I hope it lasts forever.