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.