I don’t remember if we were enthusiastic enough for our teeth to clink together. if it was rough or slow, quiet or gentle or excited I don’t remember if you leaned down, or I leaned up, or maybe we met in the middle. Your lips felt—maybe chapped, or smooth, tingling, soft, I don’t remember the moments, the details, but I remember the whole of it. Kissing you, and kissing you, and kissing you. I don’t remember how my body felt but I remember that time seemed unreal, thick like molasses moving slowly enough you might not notice. I didn’t trust the way I felt until you smiled at me. That moment I remember. I remember thinking, *thank god.