I remember our first kiss.

It was in public, or in front of the camera.

You were so shy about it.

Your warm lips touching mine.

It was bliss.

I thought that was all I needed.

I remember when our lips first touched.

I approached you quietly.

You didn't pull back.

You didn't run away.

I lay in your arms.

 But I still didn't cry in happiness.

Till later.

Did I not appreciate you enough?