I laughed, and tipped the canoe into the water. We both fell in. Everybody in the party began swarming the craft, trying to get it upright.
We surfaced underneath the overturned hull--alone in a crowd. I grabbed a gunnel. She grabbed a thwart. We floated for a second.
Our legs twisted together, underwater.
It was our first kiss, under that canoe. I've never beaten it. I wonder if she has.
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Aww, this is so lovely and then it gets sad.
ReplyDeleteBut it's a lovely kind of sad, I guess.
Does it matter if she has? Would that ruin the memory that's presented here?
ReplyDeleteI mean, I really don't know. I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to the topic of first kisses.
The thought certainly seems to cast a shadow over the memory. In a way, that's sad, because I would think that such memories are of the type that Romantics would write poems about.
I don't think it would ruin it. But everybody wants to be golden in another person's memory. I don't think it casts any shadows for me. It's more about the fact that it was a high point in his life, and he hopes it was a high point for her.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, it is decidedly Romantic.
Oh, good. I was hoping that it wouldn't ruin the memory.
ReplyDeleteOhh yes, so Romantic. Lovely, that.
ReplyDeleteAnyway.
Firsts are lovely and awful at the same time in my head, but I think overall, I find that they don't matter so much as lasts.
And you know, all those previous experiences come to make a person whom he or she is, and asking them to be gone is like asking the person not to be him or herself.
Nonsense.