You Kissed Me

• Kirsten Leinasars, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2010

You kissed me for the first time, and i fell harder than i ever had before. Your soft, luscious lips pressed against mine felt like the most wondrous thing in the entire entity of time. Under my skin, i could feel my soul tingling at your touch, your taste and your breathe becoming one with mine. At first, i didn't know what to do, "breathe in" you said, "feel my essence within your self, your soul." I stared at you for some time, as you stared back at me and gently caressed my hair in your fingers.

You kissed me for the last time, before i left you at the airport that warm summer afternoon. Tears fell slowly down my face, as you wiped each one away with your hands. "Don't cry" you told me, "but i can't, i don't want to leave you" i replied, and tried to hold back my tears. I knew that i would never see you again, we'd hoped that perhaps some time in the future our paths would cross again, but we would never be the same ever again. And then i kissed you, for the last time.