A Confession Letter To My Sister.

Our first kiss was a perfect moment of peace and standstill of time when we were magic in the middle of it all. It was truly magic.

Author: Donavine Mutangana.

Dear sister,

I met someone today. I know what you are going to say, "not this again." But, yes, this again! Meeting someone new, getting to know them better than they know themselves is the sweetest thing every soul craves for.

Nevertheless, like every time, I'll say, "I think he's THE ONE." You'll silently roll your eyes at me because this is like the 9th ONE.

I'll pretend I didn't know what you are talking about when deep down I know what I'm doing is worthless. But at least I still have this magical feeling called HOPE.

So, about this guy and about today! I have known him for a couple of months, but only today did we actually meet and talk. He works at the library I visit every week.

We used to exchange “hi and thanks, bye” to each other every week. Today we talked and it turns out, we have a lot in common.

He knows my taste in books and songs and so when he asked me out on a date, he did so by quoting one of the verses from my favorite song. I thought that was cute. So, I went ahead and said yes.

Our first dinner date was at a little place close to the free zone which is usually my first date restaurant. We talked, ate and laughed. While the dinner went smoothly with each of us asking the questions which we both probably practiced a million times.

We got to know each other a bit while carefully avoiding the past, focusing on the present while talking about the future. The actual pleasant talks began once we left the restaurant.

We started walking on foot in a place that is not too crowded and not too lonely. One side was a street of lodges with all these trees with flowers on their garden.

These pink flowers hung just so perfectly that they were halfway on the street and halfway on the inside of the lodge garden making the street scattered with pink flowers and yellow leaves in a beautiful red-carpet style.

Even after being silent for a while, he didn’t ask me whether I was fine or whether there was anything bothering me. Just by looking at me, he knew that I was enjoying that moment.

As we walked close to each other, our hands became the first ones to attract each other like magnets. Our hands knowingly and flirtatiously whispered and touched until they finally embraced each other.

Soon, he decided to end the silence and asked me, “what are you thinking right now?” Without a second thought, I answered, “It is just magical and purely blissful listening to these heartbeats when I cannot even see them.

You know how poetic I can be, so don’t be surprised. The time when one flower has just reached the surface and the other one is on its way. There’s the anticipation of the new flowers settling in and the happiness of the earlier flower right at the surface.

I think that peaceful moment in-between is just precious. It’s like I can live in that place my entire life. It’s like that one-minute moment of peace and solitude could last forever.

He was the kind of guy who wouldn’t interrupt me when I was saying something with so much dreams in my eyes. I didn’t need to talk quickly in order to finish everything I had to say.

I suppose when we are with someone we like; time goes by quickly as every moment matters. When we are with someone we like, time seems to stand still while actuality it's going faster than we think.

While we kept talking, we felt like time stopped while we truly worn what was on our minds. We again smiled at each other because we both knew this was something else.

No first date ends up with both people having such conversations about their deepest thoughts and wonders.

By that time, we reached the destination. There were stars above our heads and magic within us. We stood close facing each other. We found our one-minute of peace.

Our bodies touching each other, us looking deep into each other’s eyes. With the anticipation closing in, so did the distance between us and we kissed.

Our first kiss was a perfect moment of peace and standstill of time when we were magic in the middle of it all. It was truly magic.

So, having read this letter, don’t you think I should let this feeling live within me? I mean, who knows what result might come out of it?

Maybe he is THE ONE as I mentioned earlier. Beware of our long phone calls…always remember that I am crushing on this guy.