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My first kiss. I was sixteen and I ran into this girl everyday. I mean I literally ran into her on my way to math class. Her fingers would brush against mine and it gave me goosebumps. I loved the feeling of her touch and I really was falling for her. Each day I would get myself to say one word to her. It was either hi or hello. Not much I know but eventually our hands didn’t just brush they collided. I fell on top of her by accident and our hands were on top of each other. She pushed me off but then suddenly felt terrible and helped me up. Her fingers lined up with mine and she smiled. I could just feel it. I could feel the warmth of her smile as her mouth came close to mine. Her lips touched mine and she whispered a sweet “sorry”. Now that could have been a dream I had but I like to think it’s real.
