My first kiss with him was extraordinarily movie-esque.
It was special. After confessing to each other our real feelings while sitting face to face in the dark, him on the other bed and I in the bunk below mine, he asked me if he could just hold my hand.
When I gave him both my hands to hold, with our foreheads touching, laughing at some private joke we shared, it happened. We kissed. We met halfway. It was unthinkable. No preludes, no permissions to ask, no nothing. It just happened. And it was the most beautiful thing.
Whenever I think about that first kiss, I know, I just know that there is nothing to regret about us.
