I Regret My First Kiss
Well, first that really meant something. I was 17, she was 18 and a very close friend of mine.
In retrospect, it probably shouldn't have been a big deal, but our relationship had been, to that point, purely plutonic. Since then it's just been a memory.
It was a simple peck on the cheek. But circumstances are everything, and that would be the last time I saw her or spoke to her. I still remember the feel of her skin, and for a long time the smell of her perfume. I remember how beautiful she looked, just like always. I miss her dearly. The smell of the perfume is fading. All that's left is a memory from over 12 years ago. Eventually, I hope, that too shall fade. If I have another daughter, she will be named after her. Friends like that are hard to come by.
I just hope she is happy and doing well. A part of me wonders, had I done it at some other time, would there have been some romance there?
