29 September 2012
You kiss me. Our lips lingering for a while. This kiss. Our first kiss. It was perfect. My hands in yours, your hands in mine. We pull away but come together again, moving our lips this time. We finally pull back.
"I love you," you say.
"I love you, too," I reply. This feeling. It's different to the others that I've had. The warmth, the 'fuzz', you. All of this makes that special feeling that I can't live without. It's called Love.
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