I was young, probably nineteen or twenty, when I saw my first love again. He had moved away, and was back visiting his family. We agreed to meet at his friend’s apartment. We would be alone.
I was nervous. Words cannot describe how much I had loved him – we met when I was sixteen and dated until I was eighteen. It was a bad break-up, and my heart never fully mended. Even though I was living with someone else at that time, if he had told me he wanted to get back together I would have said Yes.
We met and began talking about how our lives had gone since we had dated. He told me he regretted our break-up and that he still thought about me. I told him I thought about him all the time. He asked me if I thought our love was still alive after all this time and I told him I thought it was. Then he asked me if we could kiss, to see if our heart would be moved.
I went up to him, and I marveled at how familiar his face was. His blonde hair curled around his ears. His blue eyes were looking at me intensely. I knew every inch of that face, I realized, and every inch of him. I was shaking slightly, because this meant so much to me. My future was hinged on this kiss. I closed my eyes and leaned into him.
As our lips met, there could have been violin music playing the sweetest, gentlest, most romantic music you ever heard. My lips sought his, and I put my hand on the back of his neck. I poured every ounce of passion, emotion and love I had in my body and soul into that kiss. The violins could have been soaring now, reaching a thrilling crescendo and my heart was soaring now, too. Surely this was the moment I had been waiting for, to reconnect with my soul mate, the love of my life. The kiss ended, and I felt stunned with emotion. I looked into his eyes, waiting to see what he would say. Now, there would have been quiet, expectant orchestra music playing.
He pulled away and put his arms down at his sides. He looked at me and said, “See? Nothing.” The music stops.
Nothing??!!! He had felt nothing.
I never felt so empty in all my life. I had put everything I had into that kiss and now I had nothing left. I don’t ever remember what we said after that, but I didn’t tarry. The music would have been chaotic, unsettling, as I flew out the door and onto the street. The sun was shining hot on the pavement, and cars were driving by, but I stood there, not moving. Cut scene.
And that is the moment of my life that felt like it was straight out of a movie. A very low budget and depressing movie, I guess.
Nice story Lisa. Love is shown in the kiss, as the right one can be one of the most powerful and intimate non-verbal expressions of romance, passion, and deep emotional connection.
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Beautifully said, Jim! Thank you for your wonderful words ☺️
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