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May I kiss you?

May I kiss you? 10 March, 20141 Comment

Feliz y soltera escritora. Mientras al hombre de mi vida le enseñan a usar el GPS y logre finalmente encontrarme, yo me dedico a contar historias para vivir, para aprender, crecer, respirar y entender.

There’s nothing sweeter than the taste of a stolen kiss. Enjoying the moment at it’s best with someone else when suddenly everything around you stops. The world is in pause. Your surroundings are quiet. And within you, your guts are mixed up just by the thought of what might happen. Does he like you or not? Yes, he likes you.

You are only three fingers away from his nose. Therefore you look up at him and start counting the freckles on this cheeks and the wrinkles on his face. You closely study his eyes. Is he going to kiss me? I want him to kiss me, I want him to kiss me, I want him to kiss me. If I say it three times will it happen?

No. I’ve said it three times already and nothing. Your looks interlock. He gazes at you so profoundly that in your affection meter he grows up a bit. He closely looks at you. And it grows up another bit. You look up at him. And it keeps on growing. You can’t move your eyes away from each other. And suddenly you need to bring your eyes down, because it’s unbearable, it’s almost like standing there naked in front of him. It’s like opening your heart up to him, your whole self, your weaknesses. You barely know each other, but you like him. He likes you. You both share that secret feeling.

No one says a word. He smiles at you. You are both wanting the same thing, waiting for that peak moment, the outcome: elusive gazes, unsaid phrases, repressed actions. I’d die for a kiss from you. And you swallow hard trying to untie the knot in your throat. Nothing happens. Between that nervous and emotional response your body breathes. And at that same moment he’s thinking exactly the same as you are, but is only capable of saying: May I kiss you?

Suddenly the stars from the sky fall down, the lights are on, cameras move away, music stops. Magic is over.No, now that you’ve asked for it… no! You can’t kiss me.

Feliz y soltera escritora. Mientras al hombre de mi vida le enseñan a usar el GPS y logre finalmente encontrarme, yo me dedico a contar historias para vivir, para aprender, crecer, respirar y entender.

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