My first kiss with J was on New Year’s Day 15 years ago. We’d gone on several dates over two weeks and I kind of thought J didn’t want to kiss me because he’d waited way longer than other guys. He didn’t even kiss me at midnight. It was at 3 a.m. at the bottom of my stairs before he left to go home. I hated it, even so early on, when he went home. I suspect he kind of did too. That’s why we were always up so late.
We probably won’t even make it up to midnight tonight. But I’ll still get a kiss and I’ll get to sleep wrapped up in J’s arms and wake up with him in the morning to start 2019…our sixteenth year together.
I hope this year brings everyone what they need. As for me, I’ll get started writing more love stories once the holidays are officially over and the new year officially begins.