i dont know if it was intentional.. i think it was.. i think i knew it was going to happen.. and he too knew it was going to happen.. i think we had kept it set in our minds.. and it did finally happen.
the first five seconds were amazement and achievement, the next two seconds of i'm finally doing it and yes yes yes finally... the next two seconds were of thinking about my first kiss and how that felt... the next second i was hit by the fact that this doesnt feel anything like my first kiss.. actually it doesnt feel like a kiss... the excitement died down and i wondered... the one thing i wanted to do so much, when i was doing it felt like its not worth it. the path i wanted to tread so bad was not the path i wanted to tread at all... and just by going different ways... i found my way home. the four walls of my home i so wanted to break free from now seemed protective to me. and i was happy to be home.. after i had taken a detour...