An Anniversary

Two years ago today the girl with the brown hair curls kissed me. We were sitting on a bench late at night on campus. She turned and I turned and she planted one on me. I knew it was coming … I’m glad she took the initiative. And I kept kissing her, thinking the night would end and I would never have the chance to kiss her again.

Would I do it again if I knew what would result? Of course I would. I loved every minute I got to spend with her. She was so beautiful. O! How innocent we were to each other if in our eyes alone we held this belief. How simple it was before outside influences took their toll and corrupted our innocent bliss.

How simple it was. I liked her. She liked me. And we kissed.

Last night she e-mailed me a photo of her in front of her class teaching. She is still the most adorable creature ever. She is the one that got away.