Once again, this piece has a soundtrack. Unconditionally by Katy Perry. (Gorgeous video, too!)
I bring my fingertips to my lips, holding them there for a moment. It didn’t seem possible that these were the same lips that an hour before you kissed softly, hesitantly, only a gentle brush across my skin. If I didn’t keep feeling the memory of your lips on mine, the feel of your warm breath on my cheek, I would think I’m dreaming.
The room is too noisy, too crammed with people for me to process the kiss. Rustling skirts and laughter and music and conversation overwhelm me. Servers offer me champagne and food. Guests interrupt my thoughts to make small talk. How is your mother? How is your career? Isn’t this a lovely party? I want to look them in the eye and tell them how you kissed me so tenderly I wanted to disappear with the ache of it.
You catch my eye from across the room. You are cool grace now, hiding the nerves that infused your hands as you brushed hair from my face with your trembling fingers. I give you a small smile and am rewarded with the crinkling of your eyes in return. Turning away, I know that in this moment you are mine and I am yours. Secretly. Patiently. Lovingly.