Thursday, April 28, 2011

A game of spin the bottle.

My first boyfriend,

even though I didn’t call him that at the time,

kissed me behind a shed

during a game of spin the bottle.

He almost missed,

barely catching my bottom lip,

completely catching my heart.

I still get butterflies when I think about it.

We drifted apart,

but later, we would collide

from time to time,

to do more grown up things than kissing,

and to reminisce about the kissing,

and to wonder why we didn’t do those grown up things sooner.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, I like this. Brings back some funny memories.

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