First Romance

The anxiety.

The excitement.

The nervousness.

The bright litted eyes.

The anticipation.

The desperate attempt to find that one place.

Alas, he found his princess.
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The long awaited moment has come to pass. They walked into the place of happiness and leisure, though, not hand in hand.
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What a nervous wreck the princess was. She tripped and there the prince was to hold her fall. That was the first time they touched. That feeling never once forgotten. "Thank you," she said with a shy smile. "It's okay," he said, blushing.
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As they walked the huge compound, many things they saw; interesting and cute. "That Patrick is cute," she softly whispered. Apparently he heard her, and asked, "Would you like that? I'll buy it for you." She flushed, and said "It's alright. It's expensive =)".
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As the day continued, activities were such that it included, trying to pick a soft toy into a basket, basketball, racing, and the most boring thing ever: watching the balls roll down the alley. But, it didn't feel so bad, because of his pressence.
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The day was still early. The first seating together happened that day. Tickets punched, food and drinks bought, and 2-hours of intimacy and warmth. It was the best feeling in the world. Though, they wanted it to last, the time was up.
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Ice-cream was one of the activities. So cold was the place and ice cream, but they felt none. The silent communication they had, was one to salute. The atmosphere; filled with the essence of love. With that, smiles appeared.
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It was running late. Night has fallen. It was the time of depature for both of them. Unable to entwine in an embrace, nor give a warm kiss, they said goodbye. Parting one another wasn't so bad, because they knew it was not the end, but a beginning. The night didn't end there as the phone rang later in the night, starting with..."I love you".

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After the years, it still pictures vividly in her head. The touch, never gone, the passion, never disappeared, the warmth, kept within her body and that day, never forgotten. Only her heart moved.
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It was a Saturday.

A step back in time

There was a place; spacious, comfortable, filled with people.
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As I stepped onto the perimeter, I had a flashback. "Such a familiar ground, have I been here before?"... thoughts came rushing through my head.
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I've nearly forgotten this place, I whispered to myself.
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I stood by the pool I walked by before; bare footed, it was the same feeling I had 2 years ago. That sandy, but yet solid ground. I then decided to explore this place once more.
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One touch was all it take to bring the past back alive, even for that one moment. I remember I saw a couple kissing there. I giggled an awkward laughter.
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As I walked, I passed by the bridge in which romance was in the air. I still remember the darkness, the embrace, and warmth. The time that sort of stopped. Maybe it was me, but it passed by slowly...slowly...
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Sadly, it is but a memory. A memory in which I can only keep dear to my heart, for it was where it all began. The place that I could define as cozy as a home, if only you'd join hands with me, to step in a dream come reality.

That sweet chiffon blue dress, and a handsome black matching formal wear. Love was written all over the night.