Reasons Why You Won’t Forget Your First Kiss

I know I’ve been MIA for a while and I honestly have no valid reason for it except for the fact that it is the sheer lack of motivation – I suppose this is as good a reason as any! Anyhow, I was lying in bed and got to thinking about a bunch of people in my life who used to be my friends at one point and are no longer there and it reminded me of all the good and bad.

As I was reminiscing, I remembered a story that one of my friends once wrote down regarding a girl he loved and how they couldn’t end up together. He realized it after she had gotten married that he really liked her. I happened to know the girl as well, so I sort of knew her side of the story as well.

The boy moved on after moping for a year after her marriage, whereas the girl got married in such a haste that she didn’t get the time to process her feelings about anything. She didn’t get to truly understand what marriage meant and what it would take to make it work. She gave up her career and everything but she still couldn’t forget her first kiss.

He was her first kiss, her first embrace of the opposite gender – her first real butterflies in the stomach. She still thinks about him, I’m not sure romantically or otherwise as it would be disloyal to her husband but in a way that she has difficulty putting into words. She says that it is true, you always search for your first kiss in the rest of the kisses you experience in life. She wasn’t his first kiss, but he was hers, so it made it relatively easy for him to move on, however, she still thinks about it…after all it was her first kiss.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any person is purely coincidental.

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