Remember when you first saw that someone? You felt the sudden need for a fresh spray of deodorant, all you wanted to do was go up to that person and say hello. And all you wanted in return, at the very least, was a smile. Even when that person wasn't smiling at you, your heart still fluttered. That smile was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
And then, the rest of the "firsts" followed..
You're first phone conversation...
The first date...
The first time you held hands, uggghh, remember how the hairs on the back of your neck stood up the minute your hands touched? Damn.
Ahh, the first kiss. A surge of excitement ran through you body. That taste, that smell, that feeling...it only happens once. Only the first time.
And then....the first time you said I Love You. And you really meant it. So did the other person. At that moment, you really did love each other. Because the hardest part is saying it for the very first time.
Yup, the first time is the only time that matters. Because after that, it becomes a routine, a must....
"Bye hun, I'm going to work, *smooch*, Love you!"
"Happy Birthday, baby...I love you. *kiss* "
"Good morning, love...*muuuaah*"
...nothing beats the first time.
Nothing.
4 comments:
First cut is the deepest
word baby, word!
#Pamie - you got that right, yo!
#Bella - word.
Phew!
I shall be a naysayer here.
When there is no quarry to pursue, no thrust and parry, no veils between, the first time is but the first time.
It is the beginning of many delights because it rests upon much more.
Real love not merely survives, but grows. Its fruits are always sweet.
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