I remember back when I was younger, I used to fantasize about my first kiss. I’ve always imagined what it would be like, what it would actually FEEL like.

Then one night, it happened. It started off with a hug. I was so close to him. I could smell his perfume… I could hear his heartbeat… I could feel his warm breath on my skin. It felt so good to be wrapped in his arms like that. Without letting go, he kissed me on the cheek. It was a feathery light kiss. But it sent shivers down my spine. It was incredible.

Then slowly, gently… he tilted my chin and he leaned his face forward. I knew right then that he was really going to kiss me. My heart was pounding hard against my chest! I’ve fantasized about this kiss for ages, and now it’s actually going to happen! I felt a jumble of emotions going on inside me. I was nervous, and worried, and excited all at the same time! Well actually, I was more worried about the technicalities of the kiss. The truth was I didn’t know how to kiss. Yeah, I’ve seen it on TV and in the movies, but you know… I mean, this was the real thing. There’s this amazing guy in front of me, about to kiss me. What if I made a fool of myself? My mind was a wreck.

But I really didn’t have enough time to even pay attention to my thoughts because his lips were already less than an inch away from mine! And even then, I don’t think I would have had the strength to stop him. So I gave in. I let him kiss me. And I kissed him back. And then everything seemed to stand still. All of a sudden, it felt like we were the only people in the world. It was all I could feel, the softness of his lips, his skin under my hands. The kiss was breathtaking. Exhilarating. It was the most magical moment of my life.

I was only aware of his presence, how he was holding me and touching me… and telling me those 3 heartwarming words that sealed the kiss for me: “I love you”. I love the way he said it, slow and dragging… barely a whisper. It made me feel delicate… and special.

That kiss turned out to be everything I dreamed it would be. Even better. Way better. In the end, it really didn’t matter that I wasn’t an expert in kissing… because the important thing is, I care about him. And I guess, in one way or another, the kiss told him how I felt. And it did the same for me. I really am thankful that it was him. He gave me one of the most memorable moments a girl could ever have. My very first kiss. I will always be glad that I got to share that experience with him. It definitely was… a dream come true.

That cool night in March, a million other teenagers were probably having their first kiss too… but I’m one of the lucky few… because I got to share my first KISS with my first LOVE. And that’s one beautiful memory I get to keep for the rest of my life.

(P.S. I wrote this post 5 years ago, and I only just found it yesterday. Wow, time flies so fast, I can’t believe it’s been five years.)

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