Boy kissed me. I'm sorry for the horrendous cliches that will follow, I was up very late last night. Boy kissed me and my heart skipped a beat and my knees felt weak and I was breathless and helpless and every nerve ending was alight, jumping and quivering. It was *almost* my kissing ex-boyfriend kneejerk reaction. He was the most kissable boy I have ever kissed. I was amazed. We left fairly early and shared a taxi home, and decided on the way that we weren't ready to go home. We asked the confused driver to pull over, paid and set off walking, reached my street and carried on. We shared life stories and favourite memories and his plan to stop me smoking. I walked on sunshine in the middle of the night (smoking I will stop, my JLo addiction is non-negotiable)
Finally we conceded that we had to go home. He walked me back to my house and saying goodbye took a delightfully long time.
I had to say all this. I'm sorry it was corny. I warned you.
And also, I stuck to my resolution to give up single sex educated boys (with all due respect to all single sex educated boys - you're strange). Go me.
< - >
* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to
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