Emily

Yesterday's corner time: 2 Minutes

I’m in love. Well, I think I’m in love – I’m not quite sure. I thought I was in love once before but it turned out to be just an upset stomach, followed by some projectile vomiting.

I’m hoping that actually being in love is much better than that but so far, it feels pretty similar. Dad has given me a bucket, just in case.

It all began at Chessington World of Adventures. Our eyes met across the crowded Flying Pink Elephant ride. There was an instant attraction.

My heart started beating faster and faster. My palms became sweaty and my face flushed. What was happening to me? What was wrong? The Pink Elephant ride didn’t normally have this effect.

Then I realised it was because of Emily, for that was her name. It hung upon my lips for the briefest of moments, right up until I forgot it and started calling her Jane.

This may have explained why she ignored much of what I said.

All of Dad’s advice on girls started to flood my brain: be sweet, sweep them off their feet, use finesse. His tips had failed me before, so I chose to rely on my own instincts.

I sidled up to Emily in the Berry Bouncer queue. I spun her around and planted a huge kiss on her lips. There was a flicker in her eyes. I think it may have been adoration but it could also have been terror. I always get the two confused.

The kiss lasted for ages and her initial protestations subsided together with her oxygen supply.

As we parted, we both knew that we had just shared something very special. She dropped to the floor, gasping for air and unable to speak. She was obviously overcome with emotion.

I offered to walk her back to her buggy but she just signalled that she’d prefer that I didn’t. I don’t think she could bear to say goodbye.

It was a defining moment and it passed all too fleetingly. Neither of us would ever be the same again.

Matthew.

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