When

Thinking back she couldn’t remember the first time she saw him 

As much as she tried, it wasn’t something she could place 

She did remember the peach blocked hoodie he wore in place of an actual coat 

A little big for a man of his stature is what she thought as it enveloped him in warmth as the cold winter air danced outside 

He would wink at her and she made nothing of it 

He would attempt to flirt with her and she would ignore it

He was as persistent as her ‘no’s’ 

He seriously asked if he could take her out

To which she giggled at the surprised reaction to those around him 

It wasn’t expected 

And still she didn’t answer 

He went on to hold her against his body 

Tight to his chest he asked someone what they thought of them together

He wanted affirmation of how nice he found them to be

But his question was returned with a blank expression 

One that didn’t care to answer the question 

And she laughed, not because of the question, but because of the stare 

Did he notice anything different?

Was he in a bubble while he held her?

Did he avoid the thought that perhaps he shouldn’t have asked?

She didn’t know and didn’t ask 

She simply noticed the reactions to his questions when it came to her 

But she didn’t think about him 

She didn’t know why he asked others and not her 

She didn’t understand anything that he may have felt when he saw her

But she still tried to avoid him until one day she didn’t 

She tried but that day he won 

It was just the two of them and he was close to her 

So close that she could feel his chest rise with each breath 

She looked at him and he looked at her lips 

He leaned in and she didn’t resist 

As his lips enclosed over her’s they both pulled away 

A reflex she didn’t expect from either one 

It happened though 

Marking something between the two that would stay forever 

Because it was a beginning… 

-Bionica

Firsts...

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My goodness, what is it?

What's that magical thing about firsts?

You know, the first time your hand brushes his 'accidentally' 

Yet no one retracts

You kind of just leave it there 

To see who's going to do the next move

And then of course 

The anxiety you get wondering 

'what's he thinking? do I look ok? 

Is there something in my teeth? ah what's he saying?

Gosh he's cute… 

Well this particular first was not exactly that and yet it was...

She walked in with zero intentions of romance

Just seeking good conversation with a new friend 

They talked about a sport she barely knew 

Aside from the fact 

That whenever the word 'goool' was said out loud 

A shot was taken 

So she stayed, not for the shots, but for the thoughts

The ones shared with with the stranger

The ones shared with a friend 

She looked not at the time, 

Not because it didn't exist 

But because she felt it as a passing element 

One that encumbers you, so that you know it's there

But says not a word, just listening and observing…

She looked at him, 

At the way his hand curved around the glass he held

Nursing a beer with way too much foam 

She looked at the way he pointed 

To the ceiling speakers as he looked at her

And sang along to the song played

It was nice, she liked it…

He stayed close and he removed her cloak 

Yes, her cloak, because a shell is just too hard

And it's something you have to break out of

But he, he gently removed it from her shoulders

Making sure she felt comfortable with his closeness 

Nigh was he too much, nor too little

He knew exactly when to lean in 

And hold her 

And she let him 

She found herself enjoying the comfort 

Of a person that was once a stranger 

She looked into his eyes 

And she just was 

She was herself without a pang of guilt 

Or an apology for any of her faults

For that what she lacked 

Or that what she had

And he took her in that way 

It was the first time for her

No critiques, no judgements 

It just was…

-Bionica