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.