We caught the same bus in high school. He would tease me, poke me and pull my hair, gently.
He played guitar like a master, he was in a band. He had cool friends. He then grew up and started smoking cigarettes, and marijuana, and began to drink.
We would have a drink and a smoke together before school and after school. We would sneak out late at night and meet up in the park. Or I would sneak into his room through the window.
When we were together, I would lye in his arms. One night he kissed me, he said I was a good kisser. He was my first real kiss.
He would come over and play guitar in my room. I photographed him for a school arts project.
He said I was close to him.
I said he was my soulmate.
# First Kiss
# Soul Mate