First Kisses Are Never Forgotten

Prologue

Addison – Almost 4 years ago.

I AM SO DRUNK!

Why have I never gotten this drunk before? It feels incredible, I feel incredible and thrilled. I can't remember the last time I had that much fun. Mmm...are these M&Ms? We should bake a cake! No, I want to dance first.

Okay, wait.

Let me take a deep breath, calm down and tell you why I got shitfaced like this first.

It all started with me moping around campus this morning. Yes, I was moping and stressing over my future, instead of enjoying the last week of medical school like everyone else here. I really should've been elated to finish college, but I wasn't, not when the email that decides my future wasn't sent to me yet.

I am in medical school, graduating with an M.D, and double majored in psychology too. I worked my ass off these 4- Actually my whole life. I knew what I wanted to do from a young age, and I did everything to get it. I should've been ecstatic and running around campus celebrating like everyone else, but I wasn't.

I have been sulking all week and this morning because I didn't hear any news from the residency program I want to get into. It is my dream program. The best, most prestigious and number one-in- sports medicine, residency program in California Hospital. It had many research and fellowship opportunities including both my interests: sports medicine and psychology. Their decision determines the rest of my whole life.

Today, everyone was celebrating on campus and most students were going to the last party of the year in an off campus house. I was too nervous and stressed to do anything except watch my phone like a hawk, but Scarlett made me leave the house and go shopping for a new dress.

It wasn't until we were getting ready for the party, and I lost all hope to get that email today, that my phone pinged. I thought it was my mom, but then I opened my mail and read through the email from the director of the program.

....I got in. I got in! Me! In! I got in!!

I read through the email again, and again...and again! I couldn't believe my eyes. I did it. I got in.

Scar and I jumped up and down in our dorm room and screamed so loud, the whole campus definitely heard us. I called my mom and told her. She immediately started sobbing and told me she's so proud of me, I never could understand how this woman could cry that fast.

My mom always did that. Anything I did she would bawl her eyes out and say she's proud of me and she loves me. I love her for that, for being the best mom I could ever have. Even though she's the best and gave me all the love and care I needed, I always felt like I had to do more to make us happy.

However, I feel this time particularly I'm happier than any time I accomplished something, because I am proud of myself too. I feel like with this residency program, I will start building the life I dreamed about, where I have the career I love and help people. I could start repaying mom for all her sacrifices and I could...live my life.

All my life has been about accomplishing something then onto another, I never really lived. I never complain about it because it is my choice, but with this program, I am certain I could have the life I want and finally feel alive.

Scarlett and I did our make up again after the happy tears we've shed, and then headed to my car.

"I knew you'd get in! Congratulations, love. I am so proud of you." Scarlett shot me a warm smile from the passenger seat.

"Thank you, Scar." I sighed blissfully and took it all in. God! I still couldn't believe it. This felt exhilarating.

I smiled back at Scar and thought about how I wouldn't have been able to do all this without this fiery redhead next to me. I met Scarlett my first day of classes in med school and we've been inseparable since then.