I finally had my first kiss!

This day three months ago, I had my first ever kiss. It wasn’t expected or planned. In fact, I didn’t even see it coming soon.
I wanted to have it at 16, but things didn’t quite come through so I moved it to 18.
You’re probably like, it’s just a kiss. It doesn’t need this much planning and stuff. But I like to examine things from every angle. I’m a toe-dipper. I’ve made rash decisions without giving thorough thought, sometimes, it worked out fine, but most times, it was disastrous.

Now back to the kiss,
It was the typical Tuesday until it wasn’t. At half past nine, he texted me to meet up but it was really late and I had never snuck out of my house. Just 30 minutes into midnight, I said “screw it, I’d take this risk” and I did. I met him, we talked for a while – a while like more than an hour and a half. I felt so close to him. From the talk we’d had and in distance. It was at this moment in the movies where the characters would kiss. But I’d never done that before so I hugged him instead. And he hugged me tighter. And it was warm and cozy and everything stopped for that moment. Maybe even my pulse.

Then I whispered in his ear “I remember the first time we hugged, 2018 and the second, 2020”. And he said, “Yeah I remember them too” and then I said, “I told myself the next time we’d hug would be 2022, since it skips two years” and he asked me, “Do you want the next time to be 2024?” And I said “Nou” and he said, “Me neither” and I held his face and just looked at him- it was at this moment in the movies they’d kiss again, but instead, I hugged him even tighter. (I’m reliving the moment while writing this 🤗. And smiling like a silly girl in love).

And then he asked, “Do you want to have your first kiss now?” and I said, “Yes” and the next thing I remember was the feeling of his soft, warm, moist lips on mine, nibbling around it. Felt like my eyes opened into a light. It was beautiful. Even though I felt like I was doing a messed up job. It was the perfect imperfect first kiss. It was amazing and it’s a memory I’d cherish forever.

Three months later today, We haven’t talked about it. So, looks like I’d be the only one doing the cherishing. I haven’t regretted it for a moment. Though sometimes I wonder if it meant anything to him. Or what he thought in the days after. But how would it? It wasn’t his first time. I don’t dwell on his thoughts about it anyway. It’s not my problem. I’m just so glad I get to check it off my bucket list! 😚