It started out as a VERY awkward day.
I mean I knew he was agnostic and all, actually he was getting into weird wiccan stuff by that time, but I invited him to my Church that night anyway. The youthgroup had something planned, I had no idea what, all I wanted was to apologize for my father's attitude, he had been a real ass the day before and it hadn't been Joey's fault.
I felt so bad I wanted my brothers to apologize too. They hadnt played all that nice either.
Joey's parent's liked that I had invited him to a Cristian Church group, and they brought him over quite early. Actually, they loved me, they totally adored me. They thought I was beautiful, I was their last chance for their son to be in a healthy, straight and cristian relationship.
They would've brought Joey over international waters just to have him meet with me.
Me, a nice little christian girl who caught his innocent attention with a wave of my semi-golden hair and a flash of pretty puppy eyes.
They held their breath as Joey got out of the car and I waved them good-bye.
Joey looked awkward, he always did around my family, specially my brothers. When we got to the Church there was barely anoyone there, but they held the meeting anyway. They decided to make a prayer circle in the little chapel inside the Temple. I was horrified.
I had no idea what to say to Joey. I thought there would be some sort of game that day some activity he could take part in. I was silently frustrated, constantly thinking about what he might've. We sat down in a little kumbaya circle and someone lit up a candle and put it in the middle, and after everyone was seated they started praying out loud.
That wasn't Joey's thing, but he went along with it. I was thinking the whole time... Oh crap, I wanted to apologize to him and all I did was bring him here to be bored. I was constantly worried about what Joey was thinking, so I opened my eyes and I saw him across the circle moving his hands in a subttle but weird way...
he was staring intently at the candle...
The was no breeze, yet its flame was moving rapidly.
Psycological games.
I don't believe in magic, or pyromancy...
But that caught my attention.
He looked at my confused face, and smiled smugly.
I stared at him as if saying " I still don't belive in magic Joey."
After the praying circle was over, my brothers suggested a little game of soccer at my Church's parking lot. Christian,my youngest brother, brought the ball and started throwing it around.
Joey waited with me by the Church's doors, we were talking and having a good time. He always found a way to make me laugh. I got so caught up in my moment with Joey I barely heard when Hector, my oldest brother, called me from the other side of the parking lot and asked me to look for something in the car...
What was it...?
It's one of those trivial details you wish you remembered.
It's one of those non-important details that lead you into the moments that you think are most important.
It could've been a Van Halen Cd, a biology book, a ridiculus parking ticket...
It could've been a condom for all I care.
It was that tiny thing that lead me into that amaizing moment.
Joey walked with me to the car. I opened the door and I looked underneath the seats and between them to find whatever it was I was looking for. I didn't find it, and as I was about to leave to tell Hector, I looked out the front window and forgot everything else.
It was the moon.
It was full, it was huge, it was almost yellow.
I got out of the car, I closed the door, and I stared at it. It was amazing, you could almost see a face on the moon's cheesy texture. The craters were arranged in such a way, she was almost looking back at me.
Joey noticed my wonderment and put his arms around me.
The moon was sliced by a very thin cloud. That cloud moved slowly as it slid across the sky hiding part of the moon's face. Now it was as if she was hiding and only her eyes were visible.
I held on, and I looked back at him.
I looked into the first eyes that made my heart stop.
The ebony dark eyes that twirled me into a black hole and spat me back the minute he blinked.
I looked into them without fearing getting lost, I knew I would be, I wanted to be.
He looked at me tenderly, his stare softened as my heartbeat quickened.
It seemed like we stared at each other for an eternity.
Then for a split non-romantic moment he took a deliberate step back, chuckled nervously and said "...sorry, hormones" IChuckled nervously, almost disapointed, thinking the moment was over.
But it wasn't. Thank Heavens it wasn't.
He held me again and stared at me as if he had just made up his mind about it. Then very slowly, he reached over and kissed me tenderly and ever so softly. His lips brushed on mine the way a leaf brushes the grass as it falls on the grass. I closed my eyes, and even after the two thousand years that stretched in that two-second kiss, I held them closed and I held him closer.
There were no words, I savored the moment like it was my last, because I knew that soon it would be.
I always felt that way with him.
It felt like every second with him was my last, and he would soon break up with me, but I didn't care. I was grateful for everysecond he chose to spend with me. I put my face on his chest, his heartbeat was a bit quickened. It was a breezy night and I felt warm in his arms. He leaned his head against the top of mine and kissed it. I chuckled, the were butterflies fluttering in my stomach, it was like that tingly sensation you get after your foot was numb thats almost ticklish and you just can't help but smile.
I looked up at her, the only witness of our kiss. The cloud was gone and she was smiling.
Maybe my perception was biased, I didn't care.
I was grateful for the perfect scenario.
The late night in front of my Church by the moonlight, Joey and me embracing each other silently.
It was almost a classic romantic scene,
almost rehearsed because it was just too perfect.
The seconds passed by, I smiled and sighed heavily.
He did so too.
The rest of the night is kind of a blur.
The moon kept on sneaking on us as we aknowledged our first kiss.
I know that after that day everytime I'd go to Church I'd stand in that very spot to watch the moon.
Even after he broke up with me for reasons you may have already guessed, that place kept its magic.
It's still there somewhere.
In the smile of the cheesy moon.
In the cd I never found.
In front of the Church I don't go to anymore.
In the page of my long lost journal.
and maybe now here,
in a fragment of the memory of the first kiss that stole my breath away.
Maybe I do believe in magic after all.
I mean I knew he was agnostic and all, actually he was getting into weird wiccan stuff by that time, but I invited him to my Church that night anyway. The youthgroup had something planned, I had no idea what, all I wanted was to apologize for my father's attitude, he had been a real ass the day before and it hadn't been Joey's fault.
I felt so bad I wanted my brothers to apologize too. They hadnt played all that nice either.
Joey's parent's liked that I had invited him to a Cristian Church group, and they brought him over quite early. Actually, they loved me, they totally adored me. They thought I was beautiful, I was their last chance for their son to be in a healthy, straight and cristian relationship.
They would've brought Joey over international waters just to have him meet with me.
Me, a nice little christian girl who caught his innocent attention with a wave of my semi-golden hair and a flash of pretty puppy eyes.
They held their breath as Joey got out of the car and I waved them good-bye.
Joey looked awkward, he always did around my family, specially my brothers. When we got to the Church there was barely anoyone there, but they held the meeting anyway. They decided to make a prayer circle in the little chapel inside the Temple. I was horrified.
I had no idea what to say to Joey. I thought there would be some sort of game that day some activity he could take part in. I was silently frustrated, constantly thinking about what he might've. We sat down in a little kumbaya circle and someone lit up a candle and put it in the middle, and after everyone was seated they started praying out loud.
That wasn't Joey's thing, but he went along with it. I was thinking the whole time... Oh crap, I wanted to apologize to him and all I did was bring him here to be bored. I was constantly worried about what Joey was thinking, so I opened my eyes and I saw him across the circle moving his hands in a subttle but weird way...
he was staring intently at the candle...
The was no breeze, yet its flame was moving rapidly.
Psycological games.
I don't believe in magic, or pyromancy...
But that caught my attention.
He looked at my confused face, and smiled smugly.
I stared at him as if saying " I still don't belive in magic Joey."
After the praying circle was over, my brothers suggested a little game of soccer at my Church's parking lot. Christian,my youngest brother, brought the ball and started throwing it around.
Joey waited with me by the Church's doors, we were talking and having a good time. He always found a way to make me laugh. I got so caught up in my moment with Joey I barely heard when Hector, my oldest brother, called me from the other side of the parking lot and asked me to look for something in the car...
What was it...?
It's one of those trivial details you wish you remembered.
It's one of those non-important details that lead you into the moments that you think are most important.
It could've been a Van Halen Cd, a biology book, a ridiculus parking ticket...
It could've been a condom for all I care.
It was that tiny thing that lead me into that amaizing moment.
Joey walked with me to the car. I opened the door and I looked underneath the seats and between them to find whatever it was I was looking for. I didn't find it, and as I was about to leave to tell Hector, I looked out the front window and forgot everything else.
It was the moon.
It was full, it was huge, it was almost yellow.
I got out of the car, I closed the door, and I stared at it. It was amazing, you could almost see a face on the moon's cheesy texture. The craters were arranged in such a way, she was almost looking back at me.
Joey noticed my wonderment and put his arms around me.
The moon was sliced by a very thin cloud. That cloud moved slowly as it slid across the sky hiding part of the moon's face. Now it was as if she was hiding and only her eyes were visible.
I held on, and I looked back at him.
I looked into the first eyes that made my heart stop.
The ebony dark eyes that twirled me into a black hole and spat me back the minute he blinked.
I looked into them without fearing getting lost, I knew I would be, I wanted to be.
He looked at me tenderly, his stare softened as my heartbeat quickened.
It seemed like we stared at each other for an eternity.
Then for a split non-romantic moment he took a deliberate step back, chuckled nervously and said "...sorry, hormones" IChuckled nervously, almost disapointed, thinking the moment was over.
But it wasn't. Thank Heavens it wasn't.
He held me again and stared at me as if he had just made up his mind about it. Then very slowly, he reached over and kissed me tenderly and ever so softly. His lips brushed on mine the way a leaf brushes the grass as it falls on the grass. I closed my eyes, and even after the two thousand years that stretched in that two-second kiss, I held them closed and I held him closer.
There were no words, I savored the moment like it was my last, because I knew that soon it would be.
I always felt that way with him.
It felt like every second with him was my last, and he would soon break up with me, but I didn't care. I was grateful for everysecond he chose to spend with me. I put my face on his chest, his heartbeat was a bit quickened. It was a breezy night and I felt warm in his arms. He leaned his head against the top of mine and kissed it. I chuckled, the were butterflies fluttering in my stomach, it was like that tingly sensation you get after your foot was numb thats almost ticklish and you just can't help but smile.
I looked up at her, the only witness of our kiss. The cloud was gone and she was smiling.
Maybe my perception was biased, I didn't care.
I was grateful for the perfect scenario.
The late night in front of my Church by the moonlight, Joey and me embracing each other silently.
It was almost a classic romantic scene,
almost rehearsed because it was just too perfect.
The seconds passed by, I smiled and sighed heavily.
He did so too.
The rest of the night is kind of a blur.
The moon kept on sneaking on us as we aknowledged our first kiss.
I know that after that day everytime I'd go to Church I'd stand in that very spot to watch the moon.
Even after he broke up with me for reasons you may have already guessed, that place kept its magic.
It's still there somewhere.
In the smile of the cheesy moon.
In the cd I never found.
In front of the Church I don't go to anymore.
In the page of my long lost journal.
and maybe now here,
in a fragment of the memory of the first kiss that stole my breath away.
Maybe I do believe in magic after all.
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