She goes to kiss another guy and that kiss is not the same as his.
She felt a special something when they kissed.
He was taller than her so she would have to stand straight up, so she could reach him.
She stood as tall as his shoulders.
He always had a look in his eyes she would forget.
She gave him four chances to himself a sure thing in her life ,but he always did something to mess it up.
He never to think anyone, but himself.
They always kissed when he wanted to with her only getting to be the one to kiss him once in a great while.
Usually, he would do something and then try to kiss her.
One day, she did not let him kiss her because he said two girls on her volleyball team were hot and it made her jealous and mad.
He tried to kiss her again and she turned her head.
He asked her if something was wrong .
She said I am not kissing someone who does not like me.
He said I do! I do! I love you don’t you know that?
She said You say that, but you never show it. I love you, but I am sacred you only like me for my chest, my blonde hair, my amazing volleyball skills, and for the way I kiss you.
He said I like you for those reasons and others.
She asked him Others?
He said Yea others, like the looks you give me from across a room, your smile, the way you can make my heart melt, and How I know your mine and only mine.
He asked her Why do you love me so much?
She smiled and said you can make me laugh, your eyes make me want to stare at you all day, your smile is so hot, you’re a very kind person, your so everything I wanted and more and I am sorry I never told you before.
He seen one of her best friends and she could tell he was making goo-goo eyes at her friend.
She knew their relationship was more than over.
She aches each and everyday for one kiss from those familiar lips.
