She was 18 years old, the prettiest and most popular girl at my school. I’ve had a enormous crush on her long before I knew what the word crush meant.

There she was, standing in front of me with her long, black hair tied neatly into a bun. She was staring at me innocently with those big brown eyes. She was wearing a black dress with her back completely exposed. I touched her bare skin running my fingers on her dark skin.

She whispered my name as if she had been practicing it her whole life for this exact moment.

This brought me back to my senses. I was just 17. I was still trying to figure myself out and at the moment I felt like the luckiest girl alive to to be holding her in my arms. I wished that I could have that moment forever. Staring into her gorgeous eyes.

She leaned in and I closed my eyes trying to take in her scent and take in that moment. I had this tingling overwhelming sensation as I took her mouth into mine, devouring her lips.

This is was all short lived as reality hit and it was all over as we looked into each other’s eyes with big smiles while walking away trying to not let the awkwardness grow any longer.

This is how all our kisses went, an extreme high followed by a hard realization that we are just two girls who have no business tasting each other’s lips.

PS the illustrations are from a Pinterest account that I cannot find the link to, right now.