"I remember it like it was yesterday...

... we gave our first kiss.
It was cold but I couldn't feel it.
There were people talking but I couldn't hear it.
The time was passing buy but I wasn't aware of it.
I remember your heart; it was racing. Or was it mine? Or was it ours?
We were in the balcony and you were holding me tight against your body. More than passion or desire, love had driven us there, it was the warmth of your lips pressed against mine... a moment we had so often imagined and finally came true.
My eyes were closed and yet I could clearly see your face, see the smile in our eyes looking at each other, with our eyes closed.
Funny enough, I don't remember the end of the kiss, of the embrace. With me, within me, remained only the certainty that this was only the first of so many memories, of so many kisses, of so many syncronized heart beatings.
Life was just beggining and we were grabbing it with both hands, with open arms.
Being so talkative I guessed you expected me to say something. I didn't. neither did you.
We looked at each other  perfectly aware that that kiss, that very moment, was exactly what had brought us there.
No use playing games with our heart.
It knows what it wants.
Mine wanted yours and I secretly hoped yours wanted mine.

Later that day I was lying in bed, but the excitment I felt wouldn't let me fall asleep.
I was smiling in the dark, oblivious at that time that so many nights would be spent, eyes wide open, with warm, long and, what seem to me at the time, endless tears in its place."
                                                                                                                1ª sessão, 4º exercício