My favorite kiss.
This is incredibly corny but my favorite kiss was my first. It was his first kiss, too. It wasn’t the messy, clumsy, awkward teenage disaster it could have been. It was actually slow and sweet before it got deeper and hotter. At the time, I didn’t think anything of the fact that it was beautiful and not clumsy or awkward. But now, when I look back, it’s kind of amazing that we were both so good at something we’d never done before. Or maybe it’s not amazing since we were both among the ‘smart kids‘. Maybe our expertise went beyond academics.
I wonder what life would be like today if I’d married that guy.
p.s. — I did have an awkward messy kiss. I think it was the worst one ever. I really liked the guy so when he went in for the kiss, I thought [or maybe hoped] it was going to be amazing. Yeah, um… no. He just wasn’t very good at it. He was all wet and open. Like a fish or something. It was not at all romantic or hot.
I do not wonder what life would be like today if I’d married this guy. Okay, actually I do wonder. Maybe I would have been able to teach him to be a better kisser.