Oh, my first kiss.
Our first kiss.
And it was in the open.
But who cares? I liked it. I liked that it was with him. I liked hat it was my first. I liked that it was in the open. I liked that it was in the open because it felt like he was proud to kiss me. I liked that many saw us kissing. I liked that many saw us kissing so they'll know his mine. I liked how soft his lips are, I liked how sweet his lips are. I liked how he looked at me when he was about to kiss me like I was the only woman in the world.
We glanced onto each other like it was our first time. I held his hand, stared more at him knowing with certainty that I was falling in love, wondering how on earth I was lucky enough to have found him.