Til' I'm Blue

Is there that one kiss that still haunts your memory? Do you remember the moment that could freeze time, spark nostalgia, forever remain in your heart? 

He had kissed me before. In the driveway on the way home from school on a cold autumn night. He smelled like moth balls, sweet and delicious and comforting. Again, at his door, his wool hat brushing against my cheek. My hands cold.

But nothing was quite like the kiss back stage, after my big moment in the spotlight. We were in costume. He as Fagan and me as the Orphanage mistress. Our appearances were the opposite of sexy. But there, in the dark, on the stairs, there was dramatic adolescent passion all wrapped up in one another. It was hidden but public, other cast members looked on as his lips pressed against mine and the pit of my stomach swam upward, upward, upward and out the top of my head.

There were more kisses to follow. As he sit sobbing in the passenger seat of my car. In the cabin of his grandfather’s boat the night he told me he loved me. And they were lovely. But they were fleeting in comparison to that one kiss.