My First Kiss A.k.a My Regret.
It was all so rushed and I was so naive. It was my first kiss and just another number to add to his. Initially, I had planned to meet him and spend the day, just us, talking. He, however, had other plans. It was not sweet. I realise that I have nothing else to compare it to, but like they say "you know when you know". Basically, My first ever kiss was not an experience which made my "foot pop" like what happens in movies, and there were no fireworks or stars, it just felt like my mouth was being attacked by two slugs, which is not something I particularly want to remember and it will forever be my first kiss, which unfortunately I cannot take back, but instead learn from the experience and learn that a first kiss should never be something to get over and done with, for then the momentum is lost, thus it will always be My Regret.