The air was sweet, you could smell the flowers and the dew. There was a cool breeze that blew through the hot night air, bringing a short lived relief to the people it swept across. The sky was painted a soft silver by the moon, and although it was cloudy you could see the twinkle of a few stars shining with the hope of thousands of dreams. The sound of the wind, birds, crickets and the frogs played together like a soft love song, sweeping in on the hearts of those around. It was the perfect night, for the perfect couple, having their perfect first kiss. Their first, real kiss.
The guy was the tall, dark and handsome type. They girl, a blonde hair, blue eyed beauty. They had been together all night, shamelessly flirting, and talking. They were friends, who liked each other but at times were afraid to admit, to even themselves, how much they really did. The end of the night finally rolled around, and it was time to say goodbye. They were standing by their cars, saying their goodbyes and he leaned in, and kissed her. Suddenly she felt as though she was floating among the stars, swimming in the sea of the silver light the moon cast upon them. Her heart beat faster, and her stomach fluttered and her head was spinning, but she hoped the feeling would never end. The kiss came to an end, like all kisses do, and they parted ways, but she could feel his soft, sweet lips on hers for hours. She went home smiling from ear to ear, reliving the night in her heart and mind.
The perfect kiss, for the perfect couple, on the perfect night. The clouds parted making the stars and moon more visible, but yet the seemed a bit dimmer. The crickets, birds, and frogs all stopped their singing and went to bed. The smells faded into the night wind, and then it too finally died down. The guy and the girl, now at home alone, curled into their own beds, thinking of the night. The kiss. They wondered, was is lust, was is Love, or was it the atmosphere of the earth, painting the most romantic night it could just for them? Could it be that they were meant to be together, or were they just in the right place at the right time? Whatever the reason they were together that night, and whatever the reason it was so perfect doesn’t really matter, what does matter is that it happened and that they will always remember. So, you decide how the story ends, happy, sad or in between, because no matter how it ends the memories will always stay the same.
