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| There was once a girl I knew. She was my first kiss. In fact, she taught me how to kiss. I used to bus it like 15 miles to see her, and we would go sit in a dollar theater and make out. The first time your tongue touches another is something so painfully indescribable and amazing...The first time she put her leg on top of mine, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. She was so beautiful. She became the canon for ever girl that would come after her, because there was someone like her out there. Someone that really made me feel like a man, even though I was just a boy. Someone that could make my cheeks burn so brightly, as to illuminate every sad day before and since her, if only for a blissful second. She broke up with me, very kindly, and very honestly, and though it hurt, it was not a bad thing. We actually stayed friends for a long time after that, and she just got more and more beautiful. One night, about 5 years after we had been a couple, I was dropping her off at her house after we'd seen Star Wars, I think, or Zorro, I don't know...but we were very stoned sitting in my car. Suddenly, we saw a rabbit walk by and go into a hole in her lawn. She had no idea a rabbit lived in her lawn, and was very shocked and just though it was hilarious and that maybe that weed was better than I thought. I remember how much I loved her still, on that night, and how funny it was that she had no idea that I lived in a hole, so close to her too, just like that rabbit. I didn't tell her because I knew our window had closed a long time ago, and like I said, it wasn't a bad thing. I saw her a few times after that, but like friendships sometimes do, ours waned. She once gave me a silver ring, and my dad still wears it. I hope to see her again someday. | ||||||||
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nostalgic.