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Honestly, I needed this solo trip to the hills to clear my head.
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We both had places to be, we were headed in different places indefinitely. We were too young and too closed off to share our fears but repaired the holes with adventure and silly moments and unbridled attraction. We digested our worries about graduating on the couch, quietly kissing in between modest bites or was it modestly kissing in between quiet bites?
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I sealed the moment with a light giggle. Your voice trailed off, over and over again, but drew me back so many times. I wanted more, but allowed that hazy hour to swallow us whole. Our first kiss was in your car. You were older than me, smooth, strong-minded, and sarcastic; the kind of man who demanded a confident woman, but dated sophisticated, uncertain girls instead.
I was a young-minded, apprehensive dreamer who played with my hair when I was nervous. We kissed and I blushed and you told me once that I really hit a sweet spot for you.
We were friends who spoke about other people, but never about each other. You gave me a onesie and often surprised me with my favorite cornbread cranberry muffins. Harmony was an impossibility. There were so many other people you cared about more.
No more prisons
I slapped you out of anger and passion; one of the times it was deserved, the other time it was requested. We made a transaction.
There was an expiration date on the product we decided to invest in after a rather long talk on the grass as we avoided eye contact, picking at the weeds and salvaging the daisies. The product was romantic companionship. I could easily bottle up and preserve these qualities forever.
You were a crush and you still are in a very different impossible way now, and you know to tread lightly and politely if our paths were to intersect again, as friends. That it was okay to wait for things that are worth it. When in Sorrento, as they say.
It was brief, it was beautiful, we walked the cobblestone ro at night, and swam in the ocean until sunrise. We spoke different languages, but filled in the blank spaces with undeniable chemistry. And you.
These words are for us all. Beyond Worthyby Jacqueline Whitney.
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