Firsts

FIRSTS...

There what memories are made of 

From the first glance, to the first kiss...

And from the first physical memory of us close,nit quite cuddling, 

but close enough to always be touching...

Holding hands when the once spoken words have gone to a dull whisper, 

Just to wander away into the silence of the night...

leaving nothing but the gaze of one another

a silent conversation, one much better then the one we were having a moment ago

Its like the first time HE smiled, and when HE smiles again... 

You remember, and it feels like a thousand butterflies flood MY mind...

But unlike the first time, it finally feels right, somethings changed...

Its more intense then it used to be

Its still not clear, but more visible...

Visible enough to know what reality has come between the two of you

Reviews

[Anita Frader]

Those first become ingrained. A special thing if the memories are good ones or a lifetime of torture if traumatic.

[Neville]

Its absolutely true my friend .. one never forgets the firsts .. not a single one of em .. does one .. I am so glad I got drawn into this one .. the first of many, I imagine .. Neville

[Masked writer]

Indeed, definitly the first of many lmaoo that is until he returns....

[FlaLover]

Oh I like this! A beautiful way to look at good times.

[Masked writer]

Tis indeed

[Dennis Wolf]

There are a few minor grammar issues.. But I'm one to talk since English ain't my native language..

That being said, yes, this one conjured up some great memories.. And some melancholy with other fragments coming back.

I've no real criticism to offer, other than maybe you could take this one and write a short story?
Nice work.

[Masked writer]

Hmmm perhaps a short story could be interesting...Thankyou for your review

[Dennis Wolf]

Sure thing.