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First Kiss
I can feel my pulse in my fingertips, like my hands are trying to escape. Do I lean in? Do I lean back? Please don’t let me stumble over my own feet. My heart is doing that ridiculous thumping thing. Why does it feel like the world is waiting? Should I say something? Something clever? No, just stay quiet, it’s fine. Just breathe…oops, too noticeable. Why is everything suddenly so tricky? Your eyes are so close, almost too near. Okay, maybe not, maybe it’s the perfect distance. What if my lips are awkward? What if I taste strange? I’m panicking, yes, in every corner of me. I tell myself stop, act normal… but my pulse gives me away. “Hey… is everything okay? You seem nervous.” I nod too fast, my thoughts scattering everywhere. I want to laugh, I want to crawl under a rock. I feel like I might float or fall all at once. My eyes dart everywhere, but you’re right here, holding my hand. And then it happens, gentle, hesitant, soft. Our lips meet, and my stomach flutters. It’s awkward, it’s funny, it’s perfect in its messiness. I think, maybe this is how first kisses are meant to feel. And I secretly hope it never ends.
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