My first kiss. I don't remember it too vividly, but 5 minutes (or maybe even longer), I gathered my thoughts and realized that i had my first kiss. I guess its one of those moments that you think about for a long time and when it happens, it doesnt feel so different. its sorta like, you build up for so long your 16th birthday (or 18th or 20th or 21st) and when you get there, you think that you're gonna feel OLD. but when it happens, everything is kinda anticlimatic. anyway, when i got home, my grandma greeted me at the door. for a second, i wondered if she could tell that something was different about me.

Anyway, after we broke up, we didnt talk for the longest time. I didnt really think about it cause well, there wasnt much to remember. I saw her at prom and barely recognized her. i said hi and took a picture with her. and that was that.