The Heartbeat (Part 2)

The excitement that flowed through me as soon as those words landed...the adrenaline rush...the victorious swell coursing through my veins...I'll never forget that moment. I told him I like him too. We cuddled and talked and smiled and stared into eachothers eyes.

Have you ever had a moment of complete dehydration? Your lips are cracked and dry, your throat feels like sand, and your gums start to tingle at the thought of water. You can't even swallow because it takes so much strength to conjure the saliva. The sun is beating down on you and you cannot think about anything but getting a drink of water. Just a sip to quench your thirst, heal your lips and your tongue and your throat. Then you finally get that water bottle, squeeze off the cap, and let the ice-cold liquid flow all through you, cooling you off, replenishing your energy, restoring your life.
That's exactly what my first kiss with Ben was. Refreshing. Not just a sip of water; a river. A waterfall. So cliche and cheesy, but all of a sudden you understand why the "perfect kiss" is such an overused topic. Because it exists. It's real and it's just as perfect as anyone ever says it is.

Not everyone finds that perfect kiss, that one moment of heaven-on-earth, that instant where your entire life changes within a sliver of a heartbeat. But I did. With Ben. On Saturday October 29th in the Stratford Arms Room 407 in Upper West Manhattan, NY. I found my first real heartbeat of being alive, my first hint of love.