Thirty

I could feel the weight of his body, pressing down. And his soft lips kissing mine.
Maybe i should start from the beginning.
Train ride in is fine, laugh and talk. We meet M and his bag of booze and walk and laugh and talk.
The bands are good, alcohol pushes and pulls at my body, and i start to burst and shoot with laughter. If he leaves me he makes sure someone stays, someones looking after me. We go to the bar and he thinks its crazy that I want to pay.
Chris comes to find me, sweet chris, who automatically puts his face to close to mine. K's hand is there and his fingers continue to wrap around mine, pulling me away, pulling. Till chris just fades, into the crowd, his face nothing next to K's.
"first love, last love, its only love, only love" we sing along, fingers wrapped together. Thats when he first kisses me, "no, your not allowed you have a girlfriend" and his face just falls, we both know.