Dear Nobody...

Do you remember our first kiss?

That was the day our friendship elevated from best friends to complicated area between being friends and being completely in love with each other.

It was in the empty library at school.

Now that I think about it, that was the perfect setting for my first kiss.

It was one of those things I saw coming.

I knew you were going to kiss me and I was a nervous reck.

I had seen so many kissing scenes in movies and maybe I've even practiced on my pillow a time or two.

I thought I was prepared for what was to come.

But then your lips touched mine and my brain melted.

My nerves skyrocketed.

My heart pounded like I had just ran all the way to China and back.

The kiss was amazing.

It wasn't that long, and it certainly wasn't the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way.

All I can remember about that moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.

Maybe it did only last a few seconds and maybe I was shaking the entire time but it was perfect.

After that kiss, everything made sense.

The pain.

The disappointment.

All of the nagative aspects in life were washed away with that one kiss.

When our kiss came to an end, I realized it was only just the beginning.