A confession from my past.

It's raining outside and you find him behind the shed, crouched down, with a look of desperation in his eyes. This is the only clear image you remember. A slide show of real life photographs plays through your mind. You remember that he kissed you but you don't remember why or how long. You remember his fingers tangled in yours throughout the night. You remember him blushing when the boys around you were showing you more attention that you were giving him. You crouch down next to him in the soft, wet dirt and you run your fingers through his hair. Your eyes meet and with that you are telling each other that you're both okay. It could have been so easy then to lean in for a kiss but something was holding you back. And then the sun came up.