Entry 13
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I feel dreamy. I'm walking on air. I'm a faerie or a bubble, floating without care.
He kissed me.
Y'know what? The world is alright.
He kissed me.
I don't feel like I thought I would. I'd pictured this scene in my mind for years, but I never thought it'd be like this. I always thought I'd go berserk from happiness, that finally kissing him would give me the energy and strength of a dozen Amy Roses.
It's not like that at all.
I'm not bursting with joy or exploding into song. I'm not dancing or prancing my heart out. I probably will do all that later. For now, I feel warm and tingly in every part of me. It all starts at the lips and spreads everywhere, even the space between my toes.
He kissed me.
It wasn't hard and, for all the thinking about it I've done, it took almost no thought. We were just standing there awkwardly, not quite knowing how to say goodbye, when…
He kissed me.
Anyone can do it. It's not hard—you just put your lips together, then put them to the other person's. No great mystery. And it's not like fireworks go off in your body when it happens. Physically, it's no big deal. Your heart beats faster, you wanna stand on your tiptoes, your eyes shut, but that's about it. Kinda underwhelming, actually.
And for all of that, it's the best thing that's ever happened to me.
He kissed me.
What really makes kissing special isn't the physical part of it. It's not the kissing itself, but what the kissing means. Anyone can kiss anyone and it's not a big thing. Kissing matters most when you use it as the best way of saying "I love you". It's only later, long after the kiss, when you THINK about it, that the kiss is awesome. You think to yourself, "We kissed—that means it's real!" and "I've never done this with anyone before!" and "I don't wanna do this with anyone else!" and stuff like that. When you start thinking those things, the kiss gets wonderful.
Have you ever seen movies where the man and the woman go through, a bunch of stuff happens to them, and the only romance is when they kiss? Like the kiss is supposed to mean they've been in love the while time? And that's it? I hate that kind of movie. Okay, I didn't used to, but I do now.
Because a kiss is nothing without actual love behind it. Without love, a kiss is just a physical thing, and not a great physical thing, either.
With love, a kiss is the best thing in the world.
He kissed me.
The date? Oh, yeah, I suppose there was a date.
I don't remember.
He kissed me.