Sexual Tension

I met him just at the end of our first lockdown. Bringing him into my room for nothing more than a quick release of all the sexual tension created during months of isolation, yet something about him struck me. I became nervous and giddy. Leading to relentless giggles, and, to my surprise, endless laughter from him. Laughing and chatting through the cooler nights in the hot summer where the future was muddled with Covid-polluted news, I found myself stuck in time as we laughed and blurred our bodies together.
As the autumn came closer, though, we had a slight disagreement, leading to months of pride-related no contact. But he kept popping into my mind from time to time. After finally contacting him several months later, I found out he was in a relationship. For how long? I didn’t wish to ask.
I only wished I could tell him that he’d always be in my memories of a teenage summer romance and that if I’d known that it would be the last time that I’d kissed him I would have pressed his lips against mine just for one second longer. But maybe somethings are better left unsaid...