I saw you again last night. You were tweleve again. Only ever kissed a girl on the lips at the bus stop in the first grade.
I saw us again last night. I was eleven again. Never even kissed a boy, never really liked one. Going out with someone was all fun and games back then.
I saw you again last night. You kissed my lips for the first time. And I knew then that 'going out' was no longer just a game.
You slipped away, you said you'd visit.
I turned 12 you werent there.
13....?
14.....?
15.
I saw you again yesterday. You're sixteen now. Only ever fucked a girl. All you wanted was to make love to me.
And I look at myself in the mirror. Im fifteen. All I've ever done is kissed those same tweleve year old lips. All I wanted was to kiss the same sixteen year old ones.
You're farther then expected, much older then you were then. Much more built, much more..... loveable.
And I knew right then and there that love wasn't just a game two higschoolers would play.~
