Kissed more booze bottles
than lips. Felt wild and happy.
Felt alive. Felt free.
We never kissed… we probably should've.
I kissed him back.
It makes me happy
when he kisses my forehead.
It’s just a dream now.
Short soft kisses make
this heart of mine start to race.
I love such moments.
It was cold and dark
That first night when we first kissed
A painful good time.
Your first kiss isn’t as important as your last. The math test really didn’t matter. The pie really did. The stuff you’re good at and the stuff you’re bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for the people you love and the people you don’t—and the people who love you and the people who don’t. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people. Life is really, really short.