Do you know how it felt that first time we kissed?
I wasn’t dressed to impress that day. I was just trying to have a good time with my friends. I had given up looking for romance on that very day. And there you were all of a sudden. Next to me, flirting with me. And there I was flirting with you. One thing led to another and we stood outside of my friend’s house.
I walked backwards on the lawn away from you as you slowly followed, only a foot’s distance between us. I smiled at you and you grabbed me and kissed me… And there we were, kissing in the October moonlight, oblivious to the hooting and hollering of my friends as they caught up to us and suddenly realized what we were doing.
We kissed, I bit your lip, and you were a bit surprised. You then grabbed me harder. You loved it. I loved it. It was a beautiful moment. A wonderful memory. The memories we made after this day are glorious too. But, the first day we met is my most cherished memory.
I woke up the next day, next to you and we talked for what seemed like hours. Your accent a delicious sound. Your jokes and sense of humor, a sexy surprise.
We had many more mornings, many more talks. But, you are back in Germany now, and I am here in the same place, but without you. What we had only lasted three months. But, I would not change a thing.
Thank you, the little time we had was as precious as gold. You changed my perspective on so many levels. I may not love-love you, that is something I can’t do so easily. But, I love you in a sense. I love your personality, your accent, the way you treated me, the way you touched me, the way you made my deepest desires come true without me even asking. What we shared was beautiful. I hope one day I feel and experience what we had again. But if I don’t, I am content with with the memories of the moments we shared.
Auf Wiedersehen meinen deutschen Liebhaber.