An hour alone in the car, I was driving but sneaking sideways glances at you, both on the way to the Makati and back. You talked and talked and I thought, "God, I love the sound of her voice." You smiled at me and it made me break out in fleshy goosebumps, dancing like the little ballerinas along my skin. We got out of the car and started across the parking lot, I held out my arm for you, my heart almost jumped out of my chest when held my mine.
Inside the exhibit, I gazed intently at the paintings and out of the corner of my eye, saw you gazing just as intently at me. My heart fluttered like butterfly wings. We ate dinner and I devoured my entire steak in front of you, never once thinking as I normally did on first dates, "Am I eating too much? Do I look like a pig?" I batted my eyes at you and felt more handsome than I had ever felt before.
Sitting beside you on the stool in front of the waterfall bar, listening to the sound of the water crashing down, the melodic roar of voices all around us, and feeling like we were completely alone in our own cocoon.
Just you and I.
Pretending I didn't see you studying me, smiling, I people-watched a bit and laughed softly in my head. "You have beautiful eyes." You told me and I swear, I almost melted off the barstool into a sloppy puddle at your feet. No one had ever told me that before. On the ride back home, as night tickled the sky with its black-tipped paint brush, I gently grabbed your hand. My callused thumb stroked, feather-soft and light as a child's touch, against the inside of your palm and my heart started to thump once again like a mad dance of delight in my chest.
Back home, your lips on mine, I thought, "I could get lost in her kiss." Your hands on my shoulder
I never wanted to let go.
Almost 2 years later, I can still get lost in that kiss.