The Life of an Audacious Teenager

How It Started

It started the night that he kissed me. The night the stars shined brighter and the sky seemed a deeper shade of blue. It was the night he held my hand on the bleachers and wouldn't leave my side, even though his friends were in the seats below us. The night that our football team lost when we'd thought that they'd win and I realized I felt warmer with him next to me than when I was next to anyone else. It started the night that he hugged me and wouldn't let go. It started when I looked up so I could question him and saw his brown eyes gazing into mine. It started when he lowered his head and I felt my heart boom. It started when I felt his soft lips on mine. It stopped when he pulled away and I saw the headlights of my parent's car. It stopped when I realized I didn't get the butterflies in my stomach when I talked about our first kiss. It stopped when I realized I couldn't love him the way he could possibly love me. And yet I let him think that we were still starting and that we would never stop.