It wasn't until 10th grade when I had my first kiss. I guess I was holding on to something magical. For my prince charming to come by and carry off my feet. I remember it was after school, I was walking with a group of friends in a park near my highschool. My boyfriend back then finally got me alone to himself. We walked the trail for a bit and then we stop at the most perfect spot imaginable. We were in this little path with the trees arched down on both sides. It was fall, the leaves were falling and then out of nowhere he kissed me. It felt just how I imagine it would be. Perfect.

Years later, I would always make sure my first kiss with my boyfriend would be perfect because nothing compares to being in love and sharing something so special.