Memories

I remember the first time I saw her. She was seventeen, a year older than me. She was so beautiful. The thing that stood out most was her smile and full lips.

I met her in art class. She entered the classroom and sat next to me. Within ten minutes, a conversation had started. She told me her name and I told her mine. She asked me my favorite color, and I told her it was the color of her eyes. She laughed and then smiled.

The playful banter between us continued until the end of class. After the teacher dismissed us, she came over to me and whispered in my ear. “Meet me later at the drink machine in the cafeteria, I have something to show you.”

My mind raced as to what she wanted to show me. The imagination of the sixteen-year-old in me went wild with speculation. Curiosity consumed me as I waited for the appointment.

I met her at the designated location. She was bending over, grabbing a snack from the bottom of the machine. Her eyes locked onto me when I appeared in sights. “Hey…”

“What do you have to show me?” I asked. My mind raced to multiple conclusions.

Suddenly, a hand covered my face, and the last thing I saw were two rosy lips. Then I felt something soft and moist press against my lips. I opened my eyes, and she was gone.

That was the last time I saw her…