june 9th, 2001 / twelve oh two am

"I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you. Okay?"

"Okay." she was crying harder now. And I was, too, because when I hear something like that I just can't help it.

"I just want to make sure of that, okay?"

"Okay."

and she kissed me. it was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out load. it was the kind of kiss that make me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.

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