Ah those were the days,
When the weekends seemed too long, weekdays not long enough.
When you could only see your love in school because you still had a curfew.
Your first kiss, the first true laugh, the first true smile, the first time you said, “I love you” and truly meant it.
The world couldn’t bring you down, You were in LOVE!
Everyone remembers the nervous walk in the park together. Every step taken precariously, every movement monitored, not wanting to make a fool of yourself. Your palms sweaty, all five senses on full throttle, not missing a sound made, a word spoken, an action done. Your mind working in over-drive, every question replied to, every joke laughed at, every story heard, understood and engraved into memory. You’ve never been so scared but you’ve never felt so happy.
What about the time you lied to your parents and went on your first date. Your mom asks you why you’re dressing up so much, but you say, “It’s how I always dress.” Deep down inside, you dress like a girl for prom, the prince about to get crowned king, the physicist whose been working for 30 years and finally won the Nobel Prize. You dressed like your life depended on it and the future, past, present were all condensed into this one day, this one night, and you HAD to look amazing…
Once you’re dressed you check everything, double check, triple check. Everything had to be perfect. I wish I had gotten that haircut, God I need new shoes, does this shirt look bad? Do I smell? Nah, I already took a shower twice. /pause/ Let me put some more cologne on.
You go out on your date, making sure to open all doors, pull out all chairs, don’t curse, don’t cuss, don’t be stupid, tip the waiter. The date goes on, the night grows deeper, your worries burn inside you. Soon you have to drop her off, do you kiss her? Do you not? Do you hug her? Do you not? A full on hug or a gentle meeting of the shoulders and then air kisses? What if you smell bad? The nights been long and the cologne had to wear off sometime. It happens finally, a hug and a kiss on the check. You’ve never felt so accomplished.
Who forgets the first time you two were alone in a room. You know you both want it, but should you make the move? What if she thinks you’re only in it for the ***? The two of you sitting there awkwardly, hand in hand, but not a word to say. You lean in, you go for it, you kiss her. Probably the best kiss you’ve ever had. The kiss leads to more, your hands explore, your mind in a mellow state of calm, but at the same time it’s going crazy. You’re calm like a dove. No you’re fierce like a tiger on a hunt, on the prowl for more. Hormones rage through you like the nile, ganges, the amazon all combined. Should I enjoy what I have? Should I stop? Does my breath smell bad?...
You and her are under the covers, like two animals playing in the savannah. The world doesn’t mean anything to you, everything you want, everything you need is right there in your arms, loving you, kissing you, caressing you, life’s never been so beautiful.
Everyone remembers their puppy dog love, the late night phone calls that lasted till the wee hours of the morning, the long walks on the beach, the running in the rain, the lying on the grass. Buying flowers for no reason, cookies just for love. To live for love and love the life you live.