First and Best Kiss

As I let a salty tear trickle down my cheek, your nervous hands come out of your pockets, brandishing a thumb to wipe it away.  I sniffle as your warm hands then caress my face, holding it tenderly as you start to lean in.  I can feel my face heating up, either from your hands or my own blushing, or perhaps even both, as a smile of relief washes over my mouth.  Before I know it, your lips are on mine, embracing me gently.  My arms wrap around your neck, and our first kiss will always be our best kiss to me. 

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