I remember the first time we kissed.
I don't really remember the day or what time it was, but I remember that it was night.
I remember looking up just before it happened and watching the stars glide across the night sky to form constellations.
I remember that your eyes sparkled like those constellations and rather randomly, that you smelled like citrus.
I remember the tentative moment our lips touched.
It wasn't that special, we were children after all but I remember, because it is marked by the first flutter of butterfly wings I ever felt.
I remember gasping for air at the feeling, like I was just newly born and it was my first breath.
I remember time stopping.
Starting again.
And stopping.
Every start and stop following the rythmn of my heartbeat.
I can't say now that I loved you.
But if I ever found you I would kiss you again.
Beneath a starry sky with my eyes closed.
I would listen to my heart beat and feel as time stops to its rythmn.
And as the night stretches thin beyond its borders, I will pray to the moon goddess hoping she'll grant me my only wish.
That beneath her skies as our lips move in a soulless harmony I'll be visited once more by the little wings that fluttered so sweetly.