Paul had asked me to be his girl the previous night. How could I say no to the guy I had liked since high school? I always wished that I could get a chance with him, and here I was, about to take a step into the happiness that I had long prayed for.

I can't forget any second of that time. I remember looking straight into his eyes as I let my hands grip tight onto his masculine hands. This is how it went down.

I leaned close enough to reach his right ear and whispered, "Yes. Yes, I'll be yours and no one else's. You don't know how long I have wished that you could be mine."

I could feel his breath on my neck.  It was warm, I felt tingles in my stomach. His breath was gentle on my skin. I felt like a feather had been brushed over my neck. I closed my eyes and drowned in the feeling. I didn't want that moment to end.
If it was a dream, it was one I never wanted to wake up from.

Paul slowly tilted my head so that our eyes met, his nose brushed over mine. Whether it was by accident or intentional, I loved it. I looked into his eyes and lost myself. The way he looked at me caused an awakening of things that I had buried deep inside of me, things I didn't want to feel again.

Everything around me  seemed to come to a stand still, the wind that swept by my skin felt so good. The sound from cars passing by felt like music to me.

He bent his face towards mine and our lips met. I thought I saw Heaven when he kissed me.

I closed my eyes and savored the feeling. My knees almost gave way but I managed to keep on my feet. He made me weak, and I loved it. There was no doubt about it. I was in love.

I wanted to be the only girl in his life. I loved him and wanted him for me, alone. I was a jealous lover and I was proud to be, because I would be unfair if I were not protective of the person I loved. I had just entered the most I interesting part of a girl's life, dating.