Maria.
The moment his lips brushed against mine, everything inside me stuttered, thoughts, breath, time itself. It was as if the world narrowed to that single point of contact, soft yet overwhelming. I had been crying moments before, my chest tight, tears spilling freely down my cheeks, but the instant he kissed me, the warmth of his mouth stole the ache away. The tears didn't stop because I chose to be strong; they stopped because, for one brief, confusing moment, I forgot why I was hurting at all.
