Our First

I remember the first time we fell in love—it was the night I kissed you in that parking lot. The world around us seemed to fade into the background, and in that moment, it was just you and me. Everything else disappeared, like time itself had paused to capture that perfect second in our story.

As I leaned in, there was this electric anticipation in the air, and when our lips finally met, it felt like the universe had conspired to bring us together. It was as if the stars aligned just for us, casting a soft glow on our faces, while the rest of the world blurred out of focus. The usual hustle and noise of the night faded away, leaving only the sound of our hearts beating in unison.

That kiss was more than just a kiss—it was a revelation. In that brief, yet infinite moment, I realized what love truly felt like. It was like a scene straight out of a movie, the kind that makes your heart race and your breath catch in your throat. But this wasn’t fiction; it was real, and it was happening to us.

I remember the way your eyes looked at me right after, with a mixture of surprise, joy, and something deeper—something that told me you felt it too. We didn’t need to say a word; the kiss spoke for us. It was a moment of pure connection, where everything just clicked, and I knew, without a doubt, that this was the beginning of something extraordinary.

That night in the parking lot will always be etched in my memory as the moment I fell in love with you, completely and irrevocably. It was the start of our story, the moment when everything changed, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.