Love at First Fight

by Carrie Aarons

I can’t explain the feeling that came over me the first time I laid eyes on Molly. It wasn’t a bolt of lightning; the room didn’t fade into tones of pink and red. There were no bells chiming in my ears.

No, it was a slow, fuzzy feeling that took over my brain, my heart. It was if my whole being just said, “Ah, there she is. I found her,” and it all just clicked into place.

I’m in love with my best friend’s girl, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to make her see that I’m the one she should be with.

“I have no idea why you think any man wouldn’t kill to be with you. I just can’t …”

This was the kiss of a man who had waited for more than three hundred and sixty-five days to take this woman’s mouth. This was a kiss with all of the emotions and passion I’d been locking away inside my heart while she fell in love with my best friend. This was the kiss of a starving person, one who thought they’d never get this chance, and one who

was pouring everything into it because he may never get this chance again.

Anyone who has met the human who feels like the other half of their soul understands. That’s what Molly is for me.

Be with me. Love with me. Jesus, fight with me. Fight for me. Nothing else matters.”