Cecilia

Cecilia joined me, as I was reclining, reading a book. I turned around and looked at her…petite, short-haired Cecilia, I absolutely adored her. I've never known a girl as cute as her; even in her ways Cecilia is cute. She sat close by my side, on my left, and tucked her arm under mine, as we both read the same book in that quiet comfort that only two friends can share. It was still and cold, as it always is in the mountains.

It was then. It was then that Cecilia half-turned on her side, and brought her face next to mine. It brought her closer to me, and I felt an overwhelming sense of comfort from her nearness. I hadn't realised that she was looking at me, I was still reading. She kissed my lips, with much tenderness. This was the moment then, when very good friends sometimes transcend. We kissed.

I was filled with warmth, and there was that sense of too much happiness, which leaves one breathless. It could've been Cecilia's kiss as well, as I'm sure I must have stopped breathing, lest the moment should pass. I was suddenly very aware of Cecilia's love for me, and how much I loved her. The kiss seemed to last forever, and I didn't want forever to end. I was in love.