Resistance of His Kiss

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A story of a girl, a boy she loves, and her regret.

I remember;

We talked for hours and hours like the first time we met. 

And slowly, when the songs became more clear in the background, he offered a dance.

I hesitated, but my answer was so evident.

I was drawn to him.

I took his hand and walked to the floor.

I rested my hands around his neck as he placed his upon my lower back. 

I warned him of my horrible dancing and my clumsiness but he reassured me that it was okay.

He would guide me.

Constantly when I stumbled, and I apologized for hitting his feet, he told me that I was doing great.

And we swayed, carrying on the conversations of books, authors, and movies we both enjoyed.

We shared our terrible singing experiences and favorite songs.

He returned to the topic of authors. 

He quoted Shakespeare, whom we both love ever so much.

His eyes were aligned with mine, but tried to wander from time to time.

But when I looked into those endless brown eyes of his, I couldn't stop the smile forming on my lips.

I felt safe when he wrapped his arms around me tight.

We were so close, yet so far. 

He said while reciting the Shakespearean quote the word "kiss" and there was a slight pause.

It was almost like he was going to but I turned my head.

I was scared. 

We were friends. 

Despite the fact I didn't want to be just that.

But in that moment, for the first time in my whole life, I felt time stop.

I wanted to relive that moment forever and ever.

And we left that night so awkwardly.

But he hasn't left my mind.

Not for a minute or a second or a hour. 

Somehow, this experience reoccurs in my head.

How can I forget the sweetness of the moment that he gave to me?

That's just it.

I can't.

Do I really like him?

I worry because I resisted him.

I wish I hadn't. 

Because that kiss would've been my first.

Perhaps, a part of me knew that it wasn't time for such a precious gift to be given.

So I say this; 

Someday I'll find him. Maybe this boy or a different one. The one I am meant to be with. And I may lose hope, cry, and fall continuously, but even through it all, one day I know, whoever and wherever he may be, he'll be there to catch me.


Submitted: December 25, 2014

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rachel1715

Amazing really!! Is it true or did you make it up?? I love this it is just truly awesome! I sure love your stories. I hope when you get older you become a real author because you are already amazing you would be such a great author i would read every single book!
~Rachel

Fri, December 26th, 2014 8:26pm

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Oh my gosh Rachel you are just the cutest person ever! Thank you so so much! And yeah this did happen. Quite recently actually! I guess it was me just pouring out my feelings onto something. And along the way, while writing this, I just questioned and thought about and recalled everything that happened. And it still makes me smile just thinking about it. I hope to write more and more and it seriously means the world to me! You are always bringing me up and I can't thank you enough Rachel! It makes me so happy that you would say all of those sweet things to me! This comment made my day and I smiled while reading it! Thank you so much again! Literally so sweet!
~Hyuna :D

Fri, December 26th, 2014 6:09pm

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