Nate
Before she kissed me, she told me that regrets are like bad movies in that they make us laugh sometimes when we watch them over but are needed to show us what a good movie is.
Before she kissed me, she told me that regrets are like bad movies in that they make us laugh sometimes when we watch them over but are needed to show us what a good movie is.
Needless to say, the homophobic teacher did not appreciate watching the two boys share a quick kiss.
My little sister's school project was to film a romantic- comedy movie, and so my first kiss was with a boy I barely knew as a character I wasn't.
He refuses to kiss my lips when another person is in my body.
Our first kiss seemed to have perfect timing, immediately after her accidental elbow to my forehead.
She kissed me in the parking lot of the Mormon church, and all the cars drove by slowly, honking their horns.
I gave you everything and you left me with nothing but an instructional pilates DVD and the worst case of mono my doctor had ever seen.
Our second first kiss was twice as good and one thousandth as awkward as our first.
After we finished kissing, I laughed and said,"Can you please go brush your teeth?"
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.
My first kiss happened just months after my mother died.
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.