Sequel: Another Sentimental Argument ›
Best Thing In Town
Twenty-Two.
I let him kiss me.
As he does, I want to cry. Cry, but not weep. I don't want to cry until mascara trails down my face, or cry until my eyes are bloodshot red. Just cry. A few tears silently and effortlessly and then I would be finished. Because crying seems like the only thing I can do in this moment. That, and kissing him back.
However, I do not cry. Not yet. I let myself kiss him more until he has eased me up on the dryer machine he was on sitting earlier. My feet sway slightly, like his, and like the pine trees outside. His hands rest on my hips and he breaks away from me. He is looking up at me, and I am looking down at him. He doesn't say anything, but smiles.
He goes back to kissing me, and I am so tangled in him, I am completely convinced nothing else in the world exists except for his lips. When they are moving so gracefully on top of mine, so real, and so present, my mind is telling me that everything else is an illusion except for him. Although it is only his lips covering my own, it feels as if my entire body is covered by him. And as long as he is kissing me, I am protected. My vitality depends on him.
As he does, I want to cry. Cry, but not weep. I don't want to cry until mascara trails down my face, or cry until my eyes are bloodshot red. Just cry. A few tears silently and effortlessly and then I would be finished. Because crying seems like the only thing I can do in this moment. That, and kissing him back.
However, I do not cry. Not yet. I let myself kiss him more until he has eased me up on the dryer machine he was on sitting earlier. My feet sway slightly, like his, and like the pine trees outside. His hands rest on my hips and he breaks away from me. He is looking up at me, and I am looking down at him. He doesn't say anything, but smiles.
He goes back to kissing me, and I am so tangled in him, I am completely convinced nothing else in the world exists except for his lips. When they are moving so gracefully on top of mine, so real, and so present, my mind is telling me that everything else is an illusion except for him. Although it is only his lips covering my own, it feels as if my entire body is covered by him. And as long as he is kissing me, I am protected. My vitality depends on him.