And there under the waning moon's light, with the dilapidated ferris wheel towering above us. I kissed you. Your lips were soft like rose petals, and I should know I always spent so long admiring those alluring flowers. So delicate, so weak to the slightest nip of frost. So easily trampled over, and yet never afraid. Always standing tall and elegant bathed in crimson. At least the roses I always saw were red, but I had read in book somewhere that they came in many different colors. I could only see you as a rose of white. So pure and clean. So beautiful.
When I told you I read that friends kissed in a book. I was lying. I had read books and I had read about making friends. But not any of those books uttered a word about kissing your friend. I read that in a different book. One with a rose on the cover, that's how I know what their called. It's also how I know they exist, I've never really seen one. Not in real life anyways.
But the book was about two boys, like us. And they fell in love. But in the book it said they never kissed, though they longed to. They couldn't because if they did they knew they would never be able to part. But they still met. Every night near a rosebush. But in the end they go separate ways. One get's married the other disappears. But they both regret never even being able to share, a single bittersweet kiss. That's why. Why I kissed you. So you could never part from me. At least not for forever.
You didn't pull away, at least not at first. It simply skin against skin. Lips against lips. You let it happen, it wasn't before a minute ticked by until you pulled away. And even then it was only out of suprise. It turned out I had your first kiss. You have no idea how happy that made me. I felt like if I had a heart it would have been racing. Going so fast, that it would flutter like crow's wings.
But as I helped you up from where you had fallen when you had stumbled from suprise. Our hands didn't part instantly. You held on. Until we both had said our goodbyes and even few breaths after. I may not be human. But I know what love is. I've read about. And now I can say that I know what it feels like. And as we parted ways in the fading moonlight, I can only wish that we we're thinking the same thing.
I wish we would see each other again soon.
But we shared a secret that night, one I will keep with me. And will tell no one. Because it's our secret. That night, with the lights reflecting off the abandoned carousel. The purple and deep blues dancing across the ground. Your soft lips on my own. That night we both had our first kiss.
I read many books, where it spoke like falling love was having your wings clipped. But Seto you haven't done that to me. I don't think you could even if you had to. Your much to gentle. No. I wasn't flying before, I was gliding. Using the wind not really using my wings. No, it wasn't until I met you that I realized. How to fly.
