i remember standing in front of a mid-nineties model dodge neon. it's november, and it's cold. i'd been riding on buses for days to get to you, and after six years apart this was not quite how i had envisioned things. the hood's open, held up by a black metal rod. I'm leaning over the engine block, haphazardly spraying starter fluid. you're sitting in the passenger seat, pleading with your car to start, directing me to spray as needed. "SPRAY!" you command, and so i spray. and i spray. this must go on for about 10 minutes, much to our dismay. my finger feels numb from holding down the nozzle on the can. however, the planets must have aligned, because the engine catches, and i run around the side of the car to get back in. "we did it!" i proclaim victoriously, and we high five. and in the glow of our glory, the light in your eyes (nothing on this planet is as blue as your eyes, not even the sky.) goes from bright to smouldering, and i think to myself "yes, this is it. he is seriously about to kiss me. this is the stuff of great american novels." my heart's just a-racing, and i see you leaning ever so slowly towards my face, gazing at my lips. i decide to take matters into my own hands by quickly (quicker than i meant to) pressing my lips against yours. i fight a smile, knowing how un-smooth i am. you pretend not to notice, your mouth still on mine, my heart trying to escape my chest cavity. we come apart, unable to hide our smiles. you take my hand, and we drive. i wonder what my fourteen year old self would be saying, right about now, if she could see me. certainly, she'd be basking in the glow of our glory.