cautious optimism

It was on the fifth day of the revolution that he kissed me. Against a hastily thrown up piece of plywood, he pushed me back and our lips met. While I felt his tongue explore my mouth, everything melted with me. I no longer heard the shouts, the gunfire, or even the great roar of the tank as it lead Mubarak’s thugs to safety. It wasn’t our first kiss, but it was our first in public. Such a minimal victory, amongst the chaos and confusion, stopped my melting. While the day may be won, our revolution has only just begun.

2 Responses to “cautious optimism”

  1. booboo Says:

    I do like it 🙂

  2. Jamboree In The Hills Says:

    Awesome post. Do you mind if I ask what your source is for this information?

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