Kiss me.

(I also suggest that while you read this that you listen to the song Kiss me by sixpence none the richer as this is what I was listening to while I wrote this.)

...

The first time you kissed me, we were ten. You were the first person to ever kiss me. We were sitting by my house playing when suddenly you kissed my cheek. It was only small but I remember loving the feeling that it gave me. After that, you did it all the time.

The next time it happened, we were thirteen. You had stolen me away from Neville at the Yule ball and you had left your date behind. I remember how you clumsily danced with me, I remember how I leant my head on your shoulder, I remember how when the song finished, neither of us moved. I remember feeling as though I could stay like that forever. I remember you kissing me, but most of all I remember kissing back.

Next, we were sixteen. Voldemort was attacking Hogwarts and I was terrified that I would never see you again. I remember the relief that washed over me when I found you. When I did, I kissed you; I told you I loved you. You said it back.

Another time, was at our wedding. The moment we said:

"I do."

And now? We're doing it again. This time? I'm holding our newborn daughter Verity.

I know this is not our last kiss.

Not even close.