When your faces are so close that what comes next is virtually inevitable, unavoidable. When he looks into your eyes, his hand on your cheek. When you look into his and his breath lingers across your lips. And it seems as though time has come into a standstill. Every moment before and every moment after ceases to matter as you look into each other eyes... and the world shrinks into you and me.
That is the moment that you want to last. The moment before the kiss. The moment where you wait with butterflies in your stomach and a lump in your throat. The moment when your heart skips a little and it gets harder to breathe. The moment just before you reach out, and fall into forever. The moment of anticipation and promise and dreams-come-true.
Don't rush the moment. It'll pass soon enough. The attainment of something desired is made all the more gratifying by the tingle of anticipation.

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