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It seemed strange that you could be locked so completely in a moment that time itself would seem to stop. That in an action so encouraged by pure, raw emotion, no words could seem quite right to describe it.

But I'll do my best to try.

Being kissed by someone you love.

Even at the thought, a specific person's picture pops into your brain, and an image of the two of you together, happy, embracing, locking lips.

I saw him that way. When he smiled at me and stood close, close enough to feel the warmth from his skin, I'd feel my stomach turn to air. There was pressure everywhere, but yet it was also the calmest moment I could ever imagine.

We were in a park together, right before the sunset. There were houses behind us, a school building across the way, and soft sounds of the oncoming evening everywhere. It was peaceful.

Yet in that single moment, when he looked at me that way, my senses became a powerhouse experiencing an electric outage. I saw, heard, and felt nothing. He was the center of everything. And everything else faded into nothing.

His head leaned in, and there was a rush in the air that no other amount of adrenaline could produce.

We were so close.

I could hear him breathing.

I wanted to smile and pinch myself, for surely no reality could've been as delicate and sweet as that one moment.

But before I had the chance, our lips met.

Its not a feeling that any set of words can adequately explain. There was sensory glories everywhere, and yet they were simply in the boy holding me in his arms and connecting his silky lips with mine. All at once, I felt the warmth of his skin, tasted the cinnamon that permeated around him, and saw a heart beating happily without ever opening my eyes.

Our lips would detach and we'd release for air, if only for the most infinitely small period of time. Kissing him felt like flying, like forgetting all the trivial moments of life that got in the way, like knowing everything would be okay.

Searching for his hands, I held them tightly as I kissed him over and over again.

Knowledge existed in every millimeter of our lips for those few short kisses, a knowledge that seemed to expand through every dimension and altercation of possibility.

In one recess of my mind, I knew that at some point, we would be confident enough in our love for each other to kiss in a way that hinted at so much more.

There was a hint of the idea that I might never steal a kiss from another soul.

Yet, at that moment, all I knew was the innocence of our actions, of a friendship that had become and created something unforgettable.

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It seemed strange that you could be locked so completely in a moment that time itself would seem to stop. That in an action so encouraged by pure, raw emotion, no words could seem quite right to describe it.

But I'll do my best to try.

Being kissed by someone you love.

Even at the thought, a specific person's picture pops into your brain, and an image of the two of you together, happy, embracing, locking lips.

I saw him that way. When he smiled at me and stood close, close enough to feel the warmth from his skin, I'd feel my stomach turn to air. There was pressure everywhere, but yet it was also the calmest moment I could ever imagine.

We were in a park together, right before the sunset. There were houses behind us, a school building across the way, and soft sounds of the oncoming evening everywhere. It was peaceful.

Yet in that single moment, when he looked at me that way, my senses became a powerhouse experiencing an electric outage. I saw, heard, and felt nothing. He was the center of everything. And everything else faded into nothing.

His head leaned in, and there was a rush in the air that no other amount of adrenaline could produce.

We were so close.

I could hear him breathing.

I wanted to smile and pinch myself, for surely no reality could've been as delicate and sweet as that one moment.

But before I had the chance, our lips met.

Its not a feeling that any set of words can adequately explain. There was sensory glories everywhere, and yet they were simply in the boy holding me in his arms and connecting his silky lips with mine. All at once, I felt the warmth of his skin, tasted the cinnamon that permeated around him, and saw a heart beating happily without ever opening my eyes.

Our lips would detach and we'd release for air, if only for the most infinitely small period of time. Kissing him felt like flying, like forgetting all the trivial moments of life that got in the way, like knowing everything would be okay.

Searching for his hands, I held them tightly as I kissed him over and over again.

Knowledge existed in every millimeter of our lips for those few short kisses, a knowledge that seemed to expand through every dimension and altercation of possibility.

In one recess of my mind, I knew that at some point, we would be confident enough in our love for each other to kiss in a way that hinted at so much more.

There was a hint of the idea that I might never steal a kiss from another soul.

Yet, at that moment, all I knew was the innocence of our actions, of a friendship that had become and created something unforgettable.