The kiss had an eerie familiarity. Though she had just met him that evening, an hour ago at the most, it was as if she had been waiting for him to kiss her for what seemed like longer than her own lifetime. She had certainly kissed other boys, but each time, she could hardly engage herself in the act; those boys would be kissing her and her mind would be on some paper she had to write or something she had to get at the store. But now, she wanted nothing more than to be where she was, and he was her only focus.
She pulled herself in closer to him, wrapping her arms around him and falling deeper into the kiss. The memories were playing vividly in her mind: Youthful and pure love, awakening of sexuality, talk of war, impending deaths, betrayal of family...and she did not let him go despite the sudden flood of memories. She was too happy to be there with him again.