The Meeting, part I

I'm waiting. Pacing. Nervous.

Footsteps. I think I hear footsteps.

I freeze.

Is it you? Finally? After all this time?

A knock.

I gasp, can barely breathe.

I open the door.

Our eyes meet for the first time.

We stare at each other for an eternity, drinking each other in.

You take a step towards me.

I take a several steps backwards, feel the wall behind me.

You enter the room, quickly locking the door behind you.

I am dying to feel your lips upon mine.

But I stand still.

Unsure.

Self-conscious.

You begin to close the distance between us.

I am lost in the intensity of your gaze.

You laugh and remind me to breathe.

As I begin to smile, you bury your hands in my hair.

My heart pounds.

My eyes travel down your handsome face to your beautiful lips.

I watch the distance disappear, and sigh in to your lips as you gently kiss me for the first time.

I wrap my arms around you, clutching at you, pulling you closer, closer.

You deepen the kiss.

My knees buckle.

You press me hard against the wall, keep me from hitting the floor, your lips never leaving mine.

I realize, though I may still be standing, I just fell.