Perfect? Not even close.
People always say a kiss is supposed to be precious and… I don't know dazzling but mine wasn't. There wasn't any overwhelming passion, no fireworks went off and it sure didn't feel like I was lost in my own world. I didn't drift off to some fantasy where he was my Prince Charming and we were riding away on his flying Pegasus. I didn't feel sparks of joy flutter through me or anything. If anything it was probably the complete opposite.
My heart was pounding repeatedly, not some soft thump either, it was more of a brutal bang. Like someone was smashing my chest with drumsticks, or a baseball bat. That sounded like something the Goth Kids would write in one of their poems but it's true. My stomach shifted awkwardly and I felt like I was about to upchuck right into his mouth! I'm not Stan, I should be able to control my own goddamn stomach!
Oh, not to mention the so called 'Butterflies' in my stomach weren't instantly released when we smashed our lips together, nope they continued to flutter around obnoxiously. I never liked Butterflies.
When I say 'smashed our lips together' I mean it, big time. We didn't lean in gently and caress each other's soft and fragile skin, we instead rushed quickly bashed foreheads, awkwardly adjusted our noses and pressed our lips together forcefully. I thought that by kissing harder meant it was more passionate, boy was I wrong!
If you kiss some one with too much force then you leave odd bruise marks on your lips, not obvious marks but painful marks nonetheless. To make the situation more uncomfortable we both repeatedly thumped noses. Like we didn't know which way to turn, so we just continued to kiss with our noses digging into the other's face!
Our kiss was wet and sloppy. Not coordinated or well-adjusted. It was more along the lines of a complete failure, a disaster, a wreck, but I'll never regret it.
It may have been awkward and strange. It may have been weird and painful. It may have been the worse kiss to ever happen EVER but it was OUR first kiss together. It was more of a symbol that showed even though we may not be perfect, we may have to struggle to get it right, we may not fit together like a puzzle piece but we want to give it a shot. We want to play this odd game.
Our first kiss represented our relationship, it's odd and imperfect but we enjoy every second of it, we're willing to take the pain.
It's not perfect, it's realistic.
Aren't you guys sick of reading stories were the kiss is always perfect, it's always amazing. My first kiss was awkward as all hell!
