True loves first kiss upon scarce virgin lip, the fast music letting us feel alive, oh so alive, tender fingers push together pulling apart in union, moving to the beat of the music. Then the song slows, the music's tone declining to a much softer wholesome sound, our bodies press together, I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, and I can feel his soft breaths as the air travels to his lungs. His brittle fingers grip my hips and my arms wrap around his shoulders, we pull even closer together, I can now feel the warmth of his body, his breath is low in my ear, and his eyes lock onto mine every now and then. His head turns, and his velvety lips clasp onto mine. The sound of the music seemed to fade away, the people around us turned to colorful blurs, and the kiss seemed to last forever, yet….now even as I think of it, forever is such a short time….
In the arms of your lover that is. It seems not enough time could be spent with Collins. Whenever he'd have to go to teach I'd miss him. I'd cling to the thought of seeing him soon. I guess that's what love is. To be honest, I've never been in love. Not before Collins at least. The feeling when I met him… the feeling can't be explained. Something so intense and strong … I was fooling myself, pretending to know what love was. Before I met Collins I could only cling to my ignorance. I knew nothing about love. I just liked to play make believe I suppose.
Then Collins came around, and the game of make believe came to an end. Well, not so of an end, more of a reality, a dream come true if you will. The second I met Collins I knew my life was in for a thrill ride. I knew this man was mine when I first saw him. Believe it or not, I never actually believed in love at first sight, not before I met Collins. Sure, I believed in love. I love a lot of things, but never love at first sight.
The night was cold, not freezing, but still pretty damn cold. I remember it well, I had pulled my jacket around myself, shielding my body from the breeze, I turned the corner and there he was. Beaten up, bloody, but still oddly beautiful. The man had just had the shit beaten out of him, but he still possessed a glow which I can't describe.
That was the moment I started believing in love at first sight, and let me tell you something, it's real. It's more real then even your or I. I can question that, I can question of we're really here, if it's a dream, but I can't question this. That feeling I had that night was real, intense, beautiful.
