I Remember: Tiny kiss marks

He said he never wanted to leave and he wants to fix any problem that we have. At that time I do not know what I was thinking, I want him. All of him actually, but I feel I was choking. As usual, he was the serious one when it comes to talking about our love-sick momentos. He loves me. I just knew it. He loved me. Dark brown eyes, full of worry.

So I worked the best that I could. Since my jolly aura never fail me, as in never, I knew the answer to his worries. My red lipstick, I put it on secretly. Asked him to close his eyes. I started kissing him endlessly. His eyes, his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, his head, his eyebrows, his under  eyes, until… he was full of tiny kiss marks.

“Open your eyes”  I whispered. He did and he had this weird face.

“So what now?” He said.

“I love you and you are the cutest ever” He threw a puzzled look.

“Check your self, go ahead.” He started to laugh his heart out.

“I love you too” He said.

Finally, I was able to breathe again.

***I know I am the only one who remembers it. Past will always be part of the past, it should stay there, to where it truly belong.***