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Gentle, subtle, and sweet. Her embrace was everything to me. And under that cherry blossom tree, we shared the first kiss of many. As we grew older, and our time together became more certain, our kisses would, too. It was like every day there was a new way to get to know her. She was my girlfriend for a very, very long time, and yet it felt like we were just kids messing around. We kissed under dazzling lights during the Holidays. We spent most of our time together under the stars, hands held tightly, wishing for this moment to never end. The moon would lay witness to the tales we told each other - how much we loved one another, and how many stories we could make together. It was challenging at times. We have different interests, different friends. But that didn't mean we weren't going to persevere. That didn't mean we had to split, just because some nights we weren't together. No. It meant...something different. It meant that we could snuggle each other when we come back, and tell of everything we had done without each other. It meant that we could kiss like we hadn't seen each other in years when we were separated for a few hours at most. It meant that we could miss each other, learn what it was like to feel that pain, and then have it resolved at the end. It made us stronger. It was on one of these nights that I knew it was time. I had everything ready for when she came home. Her friends were none the wiser, and nor were mine. The living room was decorated in her favourite flowers, and as soon as she stepped inside, I think she knew, too. Our first kiss was shared under the cherry blossom tree at our highschool. And here we are, again, under a cherry blossom tree as people gather around us. For now, she is my wife. And I am hers.
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