Anticipation

I never really saw it coming. I wasn’t anticipating it. In the back of my mind, I wanted it to, but only in my imagination- the ones that never really come to life. And even when it did happen, my mind couldn't process it- it was like I knew it, but I didn't; the reality of it overwhelmed the fantasy of what was happening. It was...perfect. His lips hit mine, and I stayed much more…calm and mature about it than I thought I would have. Even with my eyes closed, I saw and felt everything that was going on and everything around us: his hand gently rested on my hip, the small, cool breeze on my legs coming from the vent next to us, the almost silence of the building, the small stain glass window behind him. Our lips parted, and my head slowly came back from the clouds, realizing that this was all really happening. We stood there, then, our backs against the wall, in awkward silence of our first kiss. It was quiet, and as far as we could tell, no one saw. Nobody made witness to our small but meaningful gesture of affection. It was…innocent, but passionate. It was calm and collected, but rushed and fiery. It was just another contradiction. It was my first kiss.