You told me your kisses would never be a promise.

But I still longed for your lips.

And when you kissed my mouth, my hand — I couldn’t stop my heart from wanting, wishing, hoping for more.

Our first date.

Do you remember it?

Perhaps you don’t.

But I do.

It was my favorite date —

Still is.

You were cool, fresh air that relieved my constricted lungs.

So soothing.

I could breathe easily around you.

It warmed me.

That night, we talked and talked and talked.

I’d never felt so comfortable with anyone before.

You were like a friend I didn’t know I’d been waiting for.