The Very First Time

“I miss our long kisses at the back of a cab. I miss the shy way you talk to me. And every time I caught you glancing,  I can’t help but feel uneasy. The unfamiliar texture of your hand. The warmth of your lips the very first time they touched mine. I was observing you… memorizing you.”

And now, I know you so well that I’m afraid. I know what every sigh means. I know when you’re beside me and you’re thinking afar. I know that sometimes you utter those three words just for the sake of it, to make me feel better. I know when I’ve done something to unleash the tiger and I cant take the things I’ve said back.

Those familiar eyes and smiles… I know when something’s up… How I wish it’s always the very first time… When I still don’t know you.