That day she wore her tiny rebellion, as I liked to refer to it. The ring fit snugly around her lip. I could see the reflection of mine as I edged closer. A smile formed across her lips as they grazed against mine, moving in conjunction as the moment progressed. I missed her lips after a weekend of not being around. They felt so familiar. They reminded me of home, of how it felt to be in her arms as we would lie in bed. They reminded me of wrapping my arms around her when I walked into the kitchen as she would be attentive towards fixing breakfast. I missed the way her thighs tasted as I'd kiss them, feeling the invitation from rendering shudders. My fingers crawled around her waist and I pulled her closer. In that kiss, I felt whole.

I stood and thought back on all the times I had wanted to speak to her, to... finally get the chance to exchange at least a few words before she would leave senior year behind and move on to college. She lifted her face towards me and asked for my name. I managed to respond with a "Vicky." Her smile overwhelmed me. It was a smile I had been wanting to see since the day I had first seen her. The way a few strands of hair hung over her face left me in awe. How could someone be so beautiful? The remainder of the conversation is now a blur. I was assured that was probably the last time I would ever talk to her, but I was happy I had finally gotten the chance to. Little did I know, though, there were a few more conversations to come in the days that followed. Her name was Michelle, and that tiny moment will forever be etched within my memory.