My First

My first kiss was when I was a child. Obviously not real love but it still meant something to me. We were on a feild trip to a space auditorium when we went into those huge rooms with the stars displayed across the ceiling. I looked at her and she was gazing up at them with such wonder and the dim light shown on her perfectly to accent every beautiful feature. She must have noticed me staring and looked at me. My body moved on its own as I ran my fingers through her hair, carressed her head and leaned in to kiss her. She followed through as well and met me half way. It wasn't a shy, embarrassed peck either. We stayed connected at the lips for several minutes. At the time, I didn't want to move at all.
Unfortunately, like all first loves, she and I drifted apart. But we never forgot that one moment.
18-21, M
Jan 15, 2013