My first kiss
was not my first love.

I've never felt the lips
of my first love.

Once, in the car,
she fell asleep in my shoulders,
and I got to hold her hand at a play.
I was Joseph and she was Mary,
our kid saved the world that day.

I met her when I was 13 years old,
at the local church.
and I used to call her
by her second name.

It wasn't love at first sight.

You know when they say
"falling in love"?

Well, this love
never hit the ground.

She says I'm delusional of her.

But what is love if not
being delusional of someone
and still loving exactly what
they are,
their very core.

More than ten years have passed.

I can still hear
the blood pump my heart,

but I never loved like this again.

I don't know if I still love her,
but my heart is still
infected with
every single second
we spent together.

I am saving
my last kiss for her.