I didn't think much of it then.
We were young, wild and you were my best friend.
Hanging out your barn, like we always did.
There were ropes tied to the ceiling, and I remember clearly the way your dark locks framed your face while you jumped from end to end.
I envied how energetic you could be once you were on your own.
And honestly, that's what I loved about you.
You swung off and crash landed right on top of me.
We lay there, in the hay, laughing.
You weren't hurt, fortunatley.
The moment you looked into my eyes something happened.
I'm not sure how to describe it really.
It was perfect timing, perfect setting, perfect everything, even if it didn't seem like it then.
Your face came closer and closer, your features ever so beautiful and admirable.
Your smile lit up mine, and I pulled you closer till our lips touched.
Yours were so soft and sweet, they reminded me of caramel.
You pulled away and the moment ended.
And here I stand at your house, 10 years later, hoping you'd remember me.