Mmm…warm, soft lips…Ashley…so beautiful…I just don’t know how I got so lucky. I hope she never stops kissing me. EVER. Seriously, I don’t care if I ever eat again, nothing tastes this sweet anyway. I love when she does that tongue flick thing. Right there, thats what i’m talking about. It’s like she’s in my head, she’s a make-out goddess. I swear to God, no one knows how….to….crap, what was I saying? i don’t remember, maybe it’s early onset alzheimers? Old age? Or maybe it’s the fact that Ash shifted down from my lips to my neck. What is she, a vampire? I love that nibbling thing…wow. It’s like she wants to devour me. I don’t think she can, but I sure hope she never stops trying. She pays attention to each subtle nuance my neck offers her. Worshipping my own personal shrine. She’s incredible. This is incredible.

Hmmm….thats interesting, what’s falling on my face? It feels all dry…. grainy…where am I again? My room? No. Ashley’s? Try Again Spence!

"Bobby, get over here!!" Hey, whats that kid doing here in Ash’s room? oh. Why is he throwing sand on us? Why God, even though I know we’re busted, can I not stop touching her?!?!

"We’re so sorry! Aren’t we Bobby?"

"Yes, mommy…"

"Apologize to the nice young ladies."

"Sorry…Mommy, why was that lady eating the other lady’s neck…is she a vampire?"

"Shush Bobby!!!"

Haha. See even the kid knows Ash is a vampire! I swear next time i’m close enough, i’m checking for fangs. Better yet, I think i’ll check now. Now i’ll try to narrate this but I make no promises. And no attitude from you. You wouldn’t be very coherent if you were in my position either…trust me.

I know you’re wondering, "Why dear Spencer are you making out on a public beach?" Why? Ashley. She can be very persuasive. You can be walking along eating ice-cream, rocky road… and then out of nowhere you have marshmallow on your lip. Whats a girl to do? Well Ashley being the considerate girlfriend that she is aided me in my plight. Next thing I knew she had walked us over to the shore line behind a rock and set herself on top of me, her lips slowly but surely cleaning the marshmallow from mine. Well you know what? The marshmallow was gone a long time ago and my lips are swollen red, probably for good. Matches the blush on my face. And honestly, even with Bobby’s little sandbath back there and my extremely chapped lips, I have never been happier.

I don’t know if Ash knows what she does to me, what she does for me. There’s this feeling I get when I talk to her, and when I’m with her. It’s like i’m on top of the world (even though i’m rarely on top…). She raises me up, makes me want to be better- for her. I sometimes think what life would be like without her. It wouldn’t be life. It would be hell. Completely numb. I know we’re only in highschool, but I really can see myself with her, always. I never believed in soulmates, but right now everything feels so right with her, it’s like we were just meant to be. Ok, cool it Spence…live and let live.

So anyway, just to catch you up, Ashley has officially lost her mind. She has her hands underneath my shirt….and i’m pretty sure I hear the catcalls now.

"Heeee–ooo, take it off!!"

Great. It’s my fault. I deserve this. Everytime I let myself get lost in Ashley, the world ends up hurting me. It shouldn’t be like this. I should be able to show my girlfriend how much I care about her. Other couples kiss in public- hold hands. Why am I made to feel like I don’t deserve love and to be loved? Great. Now Ash sees how hurt I look. I have to push past this. Breathe Spence. Woo-sah…..yeah not helping. She’s Ashley, she’s knows me. She’s in my head and knows i’m hurting. But that’s just it. We weren’t hurting anybody! Why do people have to be so intolerant? Why do I care so much?

How long will it be before I get my happiness?