You kissed me in the elevator that day. You kissed me and then I loved you so much I forgot I couldn’t, until I landed, and he picked me up.
Very nice… what goes up, must come down at some point. Love the elevator metaphor.
I got the impression the person that was kissed was kissed by someone other than her significant other. Ooh, saucy. I liked it.
This is beautiful in its sense of the forbidden love.