The kiss was astronomical. Her lips soft against his, tongue flitting against each other at the right times. This was it. She was it—Valerie was the girl that Clive had been dreaming of. And after 5 years, he was here, kissing her under the heavenly bodies shrouded by the forest trees. Back when he confessed his feelings for her, she had rejected him. Clive knew it wasn’t right to say something while she was in a relationship but the words tumbled out so carelessly. They were too overwhelming. When she said friends, he thought that was it. He’d move on.

And he did.

But one thing he’d learn about the first love is that they hit you hard. It’s an impending asteroid that is bound to hit you and topple you off without notice.

So when this time she carelessly confessed to a ringed man, every evil fiber of him screamed to do the same thing as she did. To play with her feelings knowingly despite being taken. To tear her heart into a million pieces, to spew a slur of appalling insults, to hurt her so bad that she would be left with diagnosed depression and no self-esteem.

But he was Clive Addison, not Valerie. He couldn’t say no as easily as she did. He was weak for Valerie.

A moan escaped his lips and he pulled her closer to him, craving to feel her heat. Her hand gingerly cupped his face and traced his jawline.

He wanted her so bad. She was finally here with him, under the same moonlight. And for the first time, he felt as if he could utter the word, “mine”. After this kiss, they would go on crazy adventures of skydiving and pole dancing. They would talk for hours, hearts aching for each other. Then when the time was right, they would put a ring on it. They would build a life together, and finally fall asleep together. She was the one.

But as they drew back and he stared into her hazel eyes, he didn’t see a forever. All he saw was a catastrophe, teasing his feelings with the fantasy he’d always dream of.