First Kiss

I stared at his face...okay, Facebook, at least. Fragments of memories began rising like gold flakes spinning in a pan of water. The actual gold 14K "I Love You" pendant he folded into a note and passed to me in Ms.Lim's class. Sitting in the "hamburger" play structure with all the other "couples" at recess and daring one another to kiss. Getting mad because we were playing kickball in the cul-de-sac and I fell and scraped my knee. The first kiss. I don't even remember where it happened or when. We were ten, either in my mother's kitchen or at school. His lips I remember were red, wet, and smallish, even for a ten year old. And twenty years later, I am looking at his Facebook, only the picture is so dang small, that I can't really see him. "Add as a friend." The word friend has definitely lost its meaning here. Somewhere between, "Will you go with me?" and "I don't actually want to know you or even send a message, I just want to see your full profile," the word friend has become nebulous. And we all click "accept" or "ignore." If most relationships' transactions played out in this manner, life would be so much easier. As it were, I added, and he accepted, and B.S. and I are both happy newlyweds with our respective significant others. We both got married in our small hometown and had our receptions at the same bed and breakfast. We have no desire to know each other in the present, but only to feel connected, as if I could forget my first kiss.

*This prompt was well, prompted by my daily writing prompt on my teacher blog: http://sites.google.com/site/mrsrockenglish/