But I didn't mean to, it's just-the words glide through my teeth so perfectly. It was at that moment suicide was an option. Then, he smiled, showing his gleaming, white, teeth. His silhouette, framed by the golden, setting, sun, inched closer to me.Almost hesitant, he pressed his soft lips against mine. The fireworks exploded, the butterflies in my chest fluttered, the lump in my throat cleared, and at this moment nothing in my life could ever match up to how I felt. And I know he felt the same, his body language told me so. All I wanted from then on was his everlasting presence, because no one was as perfect as him. No one.