La vida al revés.

Close your eyes.  Or don’t. Think back to what it was like before he kissed you. Or the first time he touched you. Before you knew anything about him, you’d memorized his smile, colored up his eyes, how he always smelled like chlorine and sunscreen and summer. And when he finally looked at you, you couldn’t wipe that smile off your face for a week. But nothing could compare to the first time he touched you. It was like you were the only two people on Earth. You couldn’t stand the thought of ever being away from him.