The Love and Lost Quartet - Part Two - First Kiss

summer before freshman year stargazing from the muddy banks of a class celebratory bonfire across the roaring river multiple guitar melodies competing with the sounds of joyous screaming and laughter as well as the usual night life ever the outsider all alone in the crowd why am i here? cause she invited me she rustles through the treeline to stand riverside with me wet clay between our toes and lilacs masking the river scent light astral conversation with a bit of finger pointing followed by awkward silence and a chilling wind by my hand she takes me leading me down the trail the sounds of our companions fading as we draw nearer our destination a dry dirt path between grass edges leading us to a cobblestone stairway once taken we find ourselves alone secluded behind a rushing wall of water she relinquishes my hand and takes a seat removing her shoes she rinses them in the fall i follow suit sparking up light conversation the butterflies trying to get out and voice trying not to crack rubbing the goosebumps on her arms i blanket her in my hooded sweatshirt she rests her head on my shoulder and breathes a deep a sigh a comfortable silence for what felt like an eternity dear god, let me die here let this be my last memory of us turning her gaze as she raises her head leaning in slightly a million neurons firing at once as we get lost in each other some unseen natural force pushing us from both sides ever closer our lips grow until the universe explodes perfect harmonious bliss no other description will suffice my hand on her cheek hers on mine we pull away slowly smiling and satisfied having answered the question we were both too afraid to ask a year of friendship expanding like the cosmos above us an entire universe formed from a single bang a love story begins from one touch, one kiss