15 and change...

It's was some 15 years and change. We were both 15 and head over heals. We had snuck off campus and headed to the park down the street. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. I knew that it would be the day, the day of my first kiss. There had been other boys that had tried. I had always backed away. With him It was different. The difference was I thought I was in love. When we got to the park, we walked up this little hill. I still remember how nervous I was. I remember looking into his eyes and losing myself there. Then came the kiss. It was everything I had ever hoped for, everything I knew it should be. To this day he holds a piece of my heart. And sometimes when I close my eyes and think of that day I can still feel the butterflies, the touch of his lips and how it felt to lose part of myself in his eyes.