The first kiss

I still remember the first kiss you gave me. We had just been on the dance floor and I was standing next to you near the bar looking at the dancing people, holding a glass of water in my hand. I turned to look at you and you smiled and suddenly you bent down and gave me a kiss. You straightened yourself and smiled at me. After that we went to sit down near the entrance where I held you in my arms stroking your short hair.

I remember looking at you as you were sitting drunk in the kitchen that I was trying to clean up. You looked at me and suddenly you said "I love you". I held you in my arms and I felt so sorry for you because I already knew the answer to what you so much wanted. Would it have been in my power I would have granted you that one wish, but it was not. That night your heart broke as did mine as I looked at your suffering. I so wanted to hold on to you, comfort you, help you.

You visited me once and we were talking about music and you said something about a Swedish artist that has a song about pain and hurt and you said that sometimes life is just like that. Ibland gör det bara ont. I know, I feel like that when I look at you and I am unable to take care of you. I know, you are all grown up now but still now and then you look like that little lost person I held in my arms.