how was ur first kiss?

mine? hmmmmmmm...

it happened fast. i was only meaning to kiss the corner of his lips.

• he closed his eyes.
  
• i closed my eyes.
  
• his lips were soft.
  
• my right hand was on his left cheek. i forgot what my left hand was doing.

and with a lot of first times that took place that night, it was that first kiss that lingered.

ok. i remember everything. except that when i think about it now, i feel that there is something that was missing. and the two hours that i waited for the bus in the terminal was a torture. i called two friends, a girl and a boy, when it became unbearable. i asked them how was your first kiss? and they both said it was good. ok, mine was also good. until that point when i was alone and had the chance to recall the details. there is something that was missing. and the amazingly fast trip from pangasinan to manila, was another 3.5 hours of emotional torture.

and it is just now that i am able to figure out that missing piece. that one emotion i could associate it with. i am sure of one, excitement. but excitement is only good at the moment. there's got be something else. and just figuring out that emotion robs the rest of my feelings. and i came out to this one plan. get back to that guy and relive that first kiss. and when that time comes, i'd drop the excitement and deduce that one emotion that will last forever.

well, that's not gonna happen later today. and who knows, i'd be kissing someone else before that chance of seeing him again. but i don't care. that was my first. and nothing beats the first kiss.