That's What Memories Are Made Of

I didn't know whether I should kiss you again after you kissed me. Those eyes of yours were so full. The way you brought my face down. You see I didn't know if it was just for the new year or if it was something else. I didn't know if you were standing with your boyfriend or he was your friend's boy. I should get over my indecision sometimes but it wouldn't make a difference. I'd still have something to complain about.

There was something in the atmosphere that was different from usual. It was not like what I was used to it at all. Besides, eventually you'd get bored, just like we all do and I don't smoke so I end up being a complete waste unless you were willing to quit. It's such a minefield, I don't want to take the next step that blows me up to bits. And you know how that is. I'm sure you've had some relationship like that. Congratulations if you haven't.

I won't beat myself up for not getting to know you more, it was perfect the way it was. Who knows......it was probably just something you did to pass the new year. And what better way too. If that's what memories are made of.