To whomever

A Story by Nicholas

To who will read my ramblings,

The first girl I kissed was not of good reputation. I worked with her, and what I seemed to tell her worked. We played back and forth, and I wanted for the days that our schedules crossed. Her eyes matched mine, and I thought her different from the others, and from what the others said.

Our kiss was because of a game that I had won. It moved faster that I would’ve thought, and I thought she would’ve known she was my first from my inexperience. I thought of a way to move towards a kiss for the hours before we did, and it was to ask her to walk with me to my truck.

Our first date was to go to a movie, because that’s what I thought a date was. We finished with kissing in the parking lot which is where I asked her to be my girlfriend.

The time I was with her was blissful, my heart would race she was in my arms, and when we would kiss it would stop.

But, my humor would always escape her and she seemed to laugh at my jokes. Though after a week, my distancing self seemed to come out. When we’d walk together, I seemed to talk less, and we did stop talking as much as we did. It didn’t surprise me as much as I thought I would’ve when she broke up with me.

Two weeks, it seemed shorter in hind sight. Though it didn’t surprise me as much, I still felt a hanging feeling like it should’ve gone longer. My friends surprised me with a sort of outrage, though I didn’t want them to bother her with it.

It’s been a while and she has moved on, but my hanging feeling still lingers when we work together, mostly because of the fact that my first relationship lasted shorter than this letter.

Anonymous Writer