Just like every young girl growing up, I dreamed of my magical moment with someone. I would stay up late on the weekends and watch those ridiculous romantic teenage movies like "She's the Man" and "A Cinderella Story"and think about when that was going to happen to me when I become a teenager. Well, the world doesn't exactly work that way. I very quickly became a teenager who was supposed to go to school dances and find my high school sweetheart and have that magical, life altering kiss. Only I didn't. I went to some school dances, but only when I was forced to. I went to my senior prom, but not my junior one. And for that magical kiss? Never came. Sure, I kissed boys and even had a boyfriend or two. I did other typical teenage girl things, but it wasn't like the movies I saw on ABC Family.
Thank God for college though. I met someone who was everything I've ever wanted and more, and still is. It was like a movie to me, with a few exceptions. The boy I was supposed to feel butterflies for, was actually a woman. And I didn't see her walk past me in the hallway, she was introduced to me by a mutual friend. But, one thing was true, she didn't like me. And so I pined after her for about a year and some change. I even sat back and watched her date someone else and be happy and just enjoy being with someone. Of course, I was happy for her because that's what you do when someone you care about is happy. But it crushed me so bad that I halted all contact with her. Well, long story short, she left her boyfriend and we got back into touch and we started to grow close again, so close in fact that she admitted to having feelings for me for the past year and a half. It was a huge weight off my shoulders and I was more than eager to start things between us. I mean, there had been some sort of weird tension between us anyways. The only problem was that I was leaving to go home, which is roughly 500 miles away, for winter break. So, I spent the night at her house the day before my flight and let me tell you, I had never been more nervous. I could feel that something was going to happen between us.
The day went by fast and pretty soon we were climbing into bed in the apartment beneath her house. (I can't sleep in her house because I'm allergic to her cats) I was wide awake and I knew my rapid heart beat would keep me up all night long unless I got the courage to just go in for a kiss. We laid in bed for a while just kind of getting up the courage to kiss one another, until I physically couldn't take it anymore. It felt like my heart was going to combust or that I would catch on fire if I didn't roll over, grab her face and kiss her like tomorrow didn't exist. And that's what I did. It was kind of in slow motion for me though and it was pitch black in the room. I was actually so nervous that I almost missed. But, it meant everything for me. This was the kiss that would tell me if the past year and a half had been worth waiting for. Not only that, but it was her first kiss with a girl, so I'm sure she was just as nervous as I was. Once my lips touched hers, I could feel a warmth wrap itself around me. It was like the sense of relief you get after finishing the mile. It made my eyes water. Even though on the outside I was tense, this kiss instantly relaxed me. I could feel the wear and tear of the past year and a half on my back start to wither away. I knew I made the right decision to wait for her. I think about that night a lot, especially when she's by my side, and I think it was a symbol for both of us.
