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The most romantic moment of my life ended with the word "boner."
The most romantic moment of my life ended with the word "boner."
She starved herself, and hurt herself, and now she's dead and all I can think is, "She never even got to have a first real kiss".
I've had a crush on him for nine years and last night he finally kissed me.
His face turned a deep shade of red when his friend thought he had informed me of his buddy's hickie, when I was very aware it was from myself.
It's hard for me to concentrate in my lectures because I get distracted by imagining what it'd be like to make out with random people in my class.
After three years of waiting, I never imagined how incredible that first kiss would be.
When you broke up with me, all I could remember was how her kisses always left a bad taste in my mouth.
I knew I was gay when I got my lip pierced just so I wouldn't have to kiss my boyfriend while I worked up the nerve to break up with him.
I experienced best feeling ever when, in the middle of my telling a story (having to do with spray paint and the tree in my backyard), he suddenly leaned over and kissed my forehead.
As he kissed me good night, his mouth tasting of coffee, I realized it was the best date I would ever have.
Despite our height difference, we found he can still comfortably kiss me goodnight if I stand on the third stair up at the front door.
No matter what happens to me I will never be able to escape the haunting incorrigible realization that my first boyfriend never touched his lips to mine in that lusted display of affection known as a kiss.
She says that my awkwardness isn't a big deal and that it's cute, in fact, but when we kiss I can feel her holding back.