It's no less intense, even after parting. I found myself lying in his arms again at three o'clock in the morning, slightly inebriated from cheap vodka. He feels warm and familiar, and I kiss him passionately. We just touch and lie intertwined as if we had never parted. It's no less intense; a bit of alcohol cannot make up for passion. I felt it again.
He took out his old cell phone to show me the text messages that were shared a year ago. (I had my first date with him exactly a year ago, at this moment in time sitting in a movie theater feeling nervous and awkward.)
Why is he doing this? I feel my heart sink, but rise at the same time. Is that even possible?
He shows me the messages matter-of-factly, and reminisces... and at the same time quizzing me to make sure I remember as well.
Who stole the first kiss? It was me. You were not feeling well that night, but I kissed you any way.
And then we laid in each other's arms. I remembered how fast your heart beats; it always made me nervous to hear a heart pound so intensely.
And after a year, it's no less intense.
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