Your first relationship is something that is special to everyone – first hug, first love, first boyfriend or girlfriend. Young relationships, including mine, ended up badly, but me and him shared something that no one else can ever experience with me – my first kiss. I have to admit, I was hoping for something a little bit more dramatic, maybe involving a glass slipper and a ball gown. But this is reality, and I will have to face the fact that I’m happy I had it when I did and that it wasn’t a bad memory, but a beautiful one.
He was gorgeous...and exactly my type. I sat down -- awkward and inelegantly -- across from him. We were at the park, and it was an exceptionally beautiful May day...a great day for a first kiss, I must state. As we made nonchalant small talk about various topics, he took my hand into his large, manly one, and smiled his perfect smile at me...I was disregarded by his utter beauty to even bother with how stupid my dropped jaw and googly eyes probably looked. I sheepishly studied the features on his face. Baby blue eyes as clear as the ocean, adorable nose, perfectly soft lips...You better kiss me. I know I don’t deserve you at all, but just kiss me already. At the time, I was desperate for my first kiss. It wasn’t a feeling that I wanted, I basically needed to know what it felt like right then and there.
Realizing I’ve been staring at him for roughly 30 seconds, I shook out of my trans. As I came into reality again, he suddenly began to lean in. Are you kidding me? Is this really happening? Is he going to kiss me? HE BETTER KISS ME. Do I close my eyes? What if my lips are chapped? Should I lean in? And all in the split second, before I even had time to think, his perfect lips brushed against mine sweetly and absolutely, and all of my worries, all of my fears, all of my presumptions were suddenly gone. It was breathtaking, really. I was in complete disbelief. Out of words and unable to fully comprehend exactly what just happened, I simply smiled an unconditionally genuine smile at him. I couldn’t believe that I just had my first kiss. And he’s not running from me in terror! Success, I hope...
Looking back on that blissful May day which I remember as if it were just yesterday, I am happy that I had my first kiss when I did. I wouldn’t trade those few priceless moments for anything in the world. More than anything, I am grateful that I don’t regret my decision to kiss him. Plus, I’m also grateful that he didn’t run away, gagging and spewing vomit from his mouth when he pulled away from me..
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