You texted and said something like, “No, no, I’ll pick you up.” And I said, “Are you sure? You already live near the mall. I can just meet you there.” In the time between that text was sent and your next text was received, I was thinking, “You know what the perfect response would be? Just a simple, ‘I’m sure.’” I don’t know why. It just seemed so simple and short and sweet and just right. And sure enough, when you texted back, it said, “I’m sure. :)”
I don’t really remember how I was feeling before you picked me up. Knowing me, though, I was probably all nervous (in a good way) and pacing around, looking for something to do while waiting. My palms were probably sweating it up, too.
You picked me up and we went to the mall. It was a less-than-perfect beginning of a date. I think you’d already eaten, so I ordered (and paid for) my own food. We went to a plaza-like area where a lot of people were eating and hanging out. We didn’t talk much. Usually, you and I were really talkative. Or at least you are. But that night, we were both pretty quiet. I blame it on the nerves.
Then we headed to the movie. Up. (At least I’m pretty sure it was Up. Neither of us can remember. And I’m usually pretty good with remembering these kinds of things. Damn.) Afterwards, you bought me a cookie from Mrs. Fields since I’d never tried it before. It was really sweet, but still yummy. I don’t think either of us were really ready for the night to end yet, so we went and walked around the outdoor part of the mall. It’s a really picturesque place, with streaming water and plants with lights surrounding it.
I think as the night progressed, we got a little more comfy with each other. We were talking and being more interactive. We were being normal. We sat down near one of the streams and talked and talked. Then I leaned my head on your shoulder. I don’t remember when our hands became intertwined, whether it was before the movie, during, or after, while walking around. We became quiet and kinda just sat there. You kissed my cheek shyly, then moved on tentatively to my lips.
It was a great (grrreat) first kiss. I think all first kisses should be like that. I guess the streaming water, lit plants, and starry night above us helped to make it more romantic. But take away all of those and it would’ve been just as perfect.
We ended the night with a kiss. Or with many kisses, I should say. Every kiss since that night has been just as great. Some were even better. I don’t know what it is about kissing you, but after that first kiss, I couldn’t get enough. I just love knowing that I’m the only one who gets to see you that close up, who gets to feel your lips with mine. And I love that every fight of ours ends with a kiss. It may take a while, but the kiss will eventually come. I think that’s how each of our goodbyes should end — always, with a kiss.
