The First of Many

You know how I picture it:

I see you from across a room and we lock eyes. Time stops. All the past moments of dreaming and wishing has led to this point.

We move across the room to each other nonchalantly but inside we're bursting at the seams. Within arms reach we hesitate, not because we're unsure, but because we know to anyone around It'd seem out of the blue.

We kiss and It's like a movie, you know when the camera swings around the two as they embrace. That's how I see it.

We pull away and you're crying tears of joy and I'm holding back my own.

That's how I imagine our first kiss.