Carpe Diem

That night was a night to forget. Not that I even remembered a lot of it in the first place. Alcohol did magic in that field. On one hand I wanted to remember some of it. After all it was my first kiss. But I would've never imagined it would happen like this. I've spent years fantasizing about this moment, thinking that it hadn't happened yet because I was just waiting for the perfect guy. Instead it didn't happen with the perfect guy, not even close. I didn't regret it, don't get me wrong, it had to be done sooner or later. Wow what happened to the romantic and extremely naive Emma? Well... she probably just grew up.