I remember my first kiss very well. I was 14, it was summer, and we were standing in front of my house under a huge shade tree (I have no clue what kind of tree it was). We were both nervous. The kiss was...okay. But it was just okay. There were no 'fireworks', which I found somewhat disappointing. And sadly, the kisses never improved much with him.
But thankfully that wasn’t my only first kiss. You get a new first kiss with each relationship. And with my second first kiss--the fireworks exploded!

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