"The Oak Tree"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
The first kiss. Is it as amazing as I had dreamed it would be?

Submitted: August 21, 2011

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“The Oak Tree.”

This was the moment. The first kiss. We were under the tree. The oak tree. It was nothing but me, him, & the wind gently brushing against our faces. I was in my floral sundress. He was in his white polo V-neck with navy blue kapri’s. This was the moment. We were lying down on the plaid blanket, with the basket of assorted fruits and bread lying at our feet. We were both looking at the clouds. Feeling the presence of nature around us. Feeling the touch of his hand against mine. Hearing the noise of the assorted autum colored leaves rustling and the birds singing beautifully. He looks at me. I do the same. We lied there and just stared. stared into each other’s eyes. His ocean blue eyes were looking through me. Into my soul. I could feel the moment coming. My very first kiss. I was scared. But yet my heart wad slowly coming out of my chest. I didn’t want to screw it up. I had always dreamed of my first kiss being enchantedly perfect. Like no otter feeling. But I had a feeling it was going to be like I had dreamed of it to be. The sight. Damn. The sight. The sight of his stunning blue eyes shimmering against the sun. We weren’t speaking. Just observing each other’s presence. He didn’t have to ask me if I wanted to kiss him. He didn’t have to doubt that I wanted to. He could tell by the way I looked at him. We both knew. We both knew that that was the perfect moment for both of us. He started to lean in and I feel my heart beating like a bass drum. I was scared it was beating so loud that he could hear it. Apparently not, because he kept leaning in. Suddenly, the moment had begun. That one moment I had been waiting and praising for has suddenly and finally arrived. Then, I feel the touch of his sweet, soft lips against mine. It was just how I had dreamed it would. We kiss over and over again. I feel him grin in-between kisses. I slowly stroke the back of his neck at where his hair ends. He puts his hands on my waist and my arms. The way he slowly strokes my body gives me chill bumps. In a good way though. Then, he slowly presses his tongue against my mouth. It makes it’s way into my mouth. Vice versa. We take a moment to breathe. During that time, we look at each other and gaze. Gaze at each other’s beauty. Then my mum calls. The call that killed me. She requested me to come home and eat dinner. We kiss one more time and I hop on my bike and ride home.

All during that night, I absolutely could NOT sleep. I just lay in my bed and look at my ceiling. I hear my air coming through my fan. I see the faded colors of my MacBook’s screensaver giving light to my pitch-dark bedroom. I couldnt rest. I just sat there. Reminiscing. Reminiscing ate me alive that night. In a good way though. All I knew was I couldn’t wait til’ the next day so we could do it again. That oak tree. That oak tree was my favorite tree. Forever.


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