Although it wasn’t really mine, and it sure as hell wasn’t yours. Both of us still awkward in our own ways. You’d just returned from the city. Rejected, dejected — yet full of hope. The sparkle in your eyes was intoxicating. I was struggling in my final year at school. Still unsure of who I was, trying to find meaning in existence. Desperate to find someone who would take the time to understand me. You. Were older than me. Were not my type. Were out of my league. You. Could never be interested in a scrawny kid like me. Why were you giving me the time of day? You. Were the first that I couldn’t stop thinking about after you’d left the room. Our meeting was an accident. That first conversation lasted hours. I burned to see you again. I didn’t know you. But it felt like we’d been together since the dawn of time. I found an excuse to go to the dance (that I’d been avoiding like the plague). Never in a million years would I be seen dead at a barn dance! Yet there I was. In straw hat, scootin’ boots and flannelette shirt. And there was you. I’m sure you were in a pretty dress. I don’t remember anything but your eyes. Your tantalising eyes. Full of mystery. Full of sparks. We danced, then made an excuse to slip away. Out of the hall, into the field. Lying in the grass we continued our earlier conversation; delving into life’s meaning. Lying there. Eyes to eyes. Smile to smile. We’d been gone too long. Our families would be suspicious. Laughing about it we stood up. Grass was all over us. You brushed it off me. I brushed it off you. Then as I stood your face appeared before mine. I froze in wonderment. You seized the moment. Maybe it was your first kiss? For me it was everything and more. There were fireworks! Not literally, but literally, because I saw them. Eyes closed. Passions erupting. It was the beginning of an awakening that ended when you were dragged away because I didn’t fit your mother’s plans. She may have stolen you from me. But she could never steal that moment. Frozen in time and space. Of course I’d kissed before, But not like that. Not without such meaning. Such promise. A promise that could never be kept. A spark that lives forever.
Poem originally published by PS I Love You on Medium