We did not wait as long as the others. We were ready before they were. And that's okay. I was fourteen the first time. Not understanding what I was getting myself into. Eventually we stripped our stars, with everything on the floor, and a locked door. You were sprawled across the canvas... I began to paint. Swirls, faces, unfamiliar places. All I wanted to see was you. All I wanted to taste was you. All that I tasted was, indeed, you... Nothing sweet. Refreshing, yes, minty... But not sweet. Clumsy mouths, bumping off one another in the darkness. Unexperienced lovers, unsure of our next moves. I was as brave of a gentleman as I could have been, but you... You tread on my courage. And I do not miss you. No, I do not miss you, but I am sorry... Forgive me.
This one's a different kind of personal. I'm trying new things.