I Can Taste Him On Your Lips
6
I can remember the day that Jason and I met as if it were yesterday.
I was in homeroom on the first day of my freshman year and it was the first day at a new school. I was dressed up in a floral dress at the request of my mother and a simple pair of white flats for a more ‘practical’ look as she had said.
My long brown hair had been curled and put into a bun with only a few curls hanging loosely to frame my face.
Jason was one of the last to walk in before the first bell rang and I couldn’t look away from him. At that time he was the image of perfection that I had always grown up looking for. He looked like a prince who should be in one of the fairy tale books my father would read me at night.
His seat was the one to the left of mine and he had smiled at me as he sat down.
He had offered to show me to my classes seeing as I didn’t know the campus of the school well enough yet.
We were the ‘it’ couple as some people called it after that. They said we were perfect for each other; a match made in heaven.
It wasn’t until two months later that we shared our first kiss. He was dropping me off a my house after a wonderful dinner that his mother had prepared for us.
He brushed a few loose curls away from my eyes as I leaned into his touch. We both leaned in slowly and it was a simple kiss that left hints my pale rose colored lip stick on Jason’s own lips.
My parents accepted him with open arms, as if it were a miracle that I had found a nice, well mannered boy to spend my time with.
We were the model couple, one that all little girls wished they could have.
At that time I had found my Prince Charming.
With Jason, everything was soft and gentle; sweet, loving caresses and simple kisses. He always avoided conflict and fighting, looking for a peaceful way to settle things. When my mother would say thing that got under my skin he would tell me to ignore it because it wasn’t worth fighting for.
He was safe, in the sense that with him nothing was ever risky or dangerous, just clean cut and predictable.
In a way I loved that about him.
But eventually I would find myself craving danger that I knew he could not provide for me.
In a way, I knew I would need to rebel eventually.
I just never knew when that would actually happen so soon in our marriage.
I was in homeroom on the first day of my freshman year and it was the first day at a new school. I was dressed up in a floral dress at the request of my mother and a simple pair of white flats for a more ‘practical’ look as she had said.
My long brown hair had been curled and put into a bun with only a few curls hanging loosely to frame my face.
Jason was one of the last to walk in before the first bell rang and I couldn’t look away from him. At that time he was the image of perfection that I had always grown up looking for. He looked like a prince who should be in one of the fairy tale books my father would read me at night.
His seat was the one to the left of mine and he had smiled at me as he sat down.
He had offered to show me to my classes seeing as I didn’t know the campus of the school well enough yet.
We were the ‘it’ couple as some people called it after that. They said we were perfect for each other; a match made in heaven.
It wasn’t until two months later that we shared our first kiss. He was dropping me off a my house after a wonderful dinner that his mother had prepared for us.
He brushed a few loose curls away from my eyes as I leaned into his touch. We both leaned in slowly and it was a simple kiss that left hints my pale rose colored lip stick on Jason’s own lips.
My parents accepted him with open arms, as if it were a miracle that I had found a nice, well mannered boy to spend my time with.
We were the model couple, one that all little girls wished they could have.
At that time I had found my Prince Charming.
With Jason, everything was soft and gentle; sweet, loving caresses and simple kisses. He always avoided conflict and fighting, looking for a peaceful way to settle things. When my mother would say thing that got under my skin he would tell me to ignore it because it wasn’t worth fighting for.
He was safe, in the sense that with him nothing was ever risky or dangerous, just clean cut and predictable.
In a way I loved that about him.
But eventually I would find myself craving danger that I knew he could not provide for me.
In a way, I knew I would need to rebel eventually.
I just never knew when that would actually happen so soon in our marriage.
4/10/13