My fingertips briefly brushed her skin as I adjusted myself on the blanket. Even that small touch made my heart race. I raised my gaze and was as stunned as always at the sight of her. She was looking at the sun slowly disappearing behind the horizon, colouring the deserted lake all shades of red. The dimmed light made her features appear softer and drew dark shadows over her face. A slight breeze played with her dark curly hair. Suddenly she turned her head around and her eyes fixated me. For a moment, I believed my heart would stop. I held her gaze, not able to stop looking into her light brown eyes which were glowing in an enchanted amber tone thanks to the sunlight. Even her tanned skin seemed as golden as her eyes. She was so beautiful I could barely breathe. A literal ancient goddess. And it was me, her eyes lingered on, full of love.

 A smile spread across her face. Slowly, nearly taunting, she reached for my face and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I needed all my willpower to stay composed and not just start squealing. Not knowing how to handle all the emotions she made me feel, I simply beamed at her, hoping she'd understand. And of course she did. She always did. That smart witty girl, that somehow fell in love with me, could read me like one of her fantasy books. I still couldn't believe it. I was convinced that I'd wake up any second. That this was just a dream too good to be true. But nothing happened. I was still here, sitting on a blanket and watching the sunset with the girl of my dreams. 

Like she could see my anxiousness, she leaned closer to me and gently touched my cheek, while her eyes shot me a reassuring look, as if she wanted to say: "Don't worry, I'm here. And I won't go." Slowly, she crossed the last distance between us. And before my brain could processes what was going on, she kissed me. For a moment I froze, too overwhelmed by the gay panic that made me hyperventilate inside. Then I closed my eyes and kissed her back. I always imagined what it would be like to kiss a girl, but my expectations were far exceeded. The only thing I could feel was her. Her body so incredibly close to mine, pushing even closer, her soft lips that tasted like cherry chapstick brushing against mine, her hand clutching onto me as if she was afraid I'd disappear. 

When we finally managed to bring ourselves to stop, I couldn't stop smiling. I'd probably run around with that stupid smile for the rest of my life. But if constantly smiling was the side effect of kissing her, so be it. Because I planned to kiss her, my girlfriend, as often as I could. My girlfriend. I couldn't get enough of this word, the same I couldn't get enough of her. It was so surreal that I really had a girlfriend, given that a few years ago I didn't think it was possible for a girl to have a girlfriend. And now here I was, the luckiest girl in the world, sitting here with her.

 The sunset was already over and the moon shone its silver light on the lake. Now that the sun was gone, it became cold and I shivered. She noticed, so she got up and offered me her hand. "Shall we?", she asked. I nodded and took her hand. With surprising strength she pulled me up. Together we folded up the blanket and put it in a bag. I threw the bag over my shoulder, then I took her hand and together we made our way back home.