I’ve never missed anything more than a first kiss. every kiss after is one kiss closer to death. A kiss always kills something. A silent homicide of the most disturbing degree. No, not your first kiss. Our first kiss. Your first kiss with everyone before me, and your first kiss with someone after me. I guess lots of deaths have happened by cause of your lips. maybe more from mine. The first kiss is fun, it’s intimidating and usually rushed. It’s like, are we really going to do this? have you been thinking about it as long as I have? What if we did this sooner? Fuck. Why didn’t we do this sooner?

When you finally get the answer to those questions, time stops and the earth is suspended on its axle. You feel like you're the only two people in the world. To be honest, it’s usually not even that great. The tightness in your chest and the heat from the back of your neck as their tongue slides between your lips. feeling it’s way around a new environment. small moans and delicate strokes. a first kiss is the most anticipated death wish. every beginning has an end.