I never noticed the darkening sky above, or the faint roll of thunder in the distance. All I could see was his face, his eyes, his smile. All I could hear was his voice, & the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. I’m at that point in my life where everybody tells me “You’re too young. You don’t know what Love is.” At one point in my life, I would’ve agreed with that.

But as the rain began to dampen my clothes, as the thunder began to penetrate my thoughts, and as the lightening began to frighten me, we walked slower, coming upon my house. I snuck a look at him now, but he wasn’t looking at me, starring straight ahead, his footsteps coming slower and slower.

Kiss me. Come on, I’m right here. You know how to find my lips. Just kiss me.

After five minutes I gave up, as I knew he wasn’t going to. But suddenly he turned towards me, grabbing my waist and chin, lifting up my face to his. He kissed me hard, as the rain grew stronger, the thunder grew louder, the lightening grew fiercer.

I Love You.