Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Day 25: A First

It took a minute to decide what my first would be, but I decided to talk about the first time Pookie and I kissed. We were at Piedmont Park and we'd stopped by the lake to talk. It was our first date. We held hands. It was like I'd known him forever. I knew then that he possessed something that held me. He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. And then we kissed on the lips. It was so magical. My heart skipped a beat. I knew then that he'd be special to me. That happened on August 5, 2006. That was the first time Pookie and I kissed. And thank goodness that it wasn't the last.

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