It was October 2016 and Matt and I had been dating for a week. He seemed a little nervous during our date. My first thought was that he wanted to kiss me. We both had never dated anyone before and therefore never kissed anyone either. I was terrified and excited when I thought about our first kiss. I had absolutely no idea how it would go.
After our date, he took me back to my parent’s house. I opened my garage using the garage code. We hugged for a while. I stopped hugging and began to back away but he grabbed my arms and kept me in place.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
I smiled and nodded. He leaned forward. I closed my eyes. It was at that exact moment when I completely forgot how kissing even worked. Do I pucker my lips? Should I lick them to make them moist? Should I lean too? I ended up doing none of the above…I kept my lips as flat as possible, I did not move, I just kept my eyes closed and waited. His eyes must have been closed too because once he made it to my face, his lips touched my nose and mine touched his chin.
He stepped back and was clearly embarrassed. He just said, “well that was awkward,” laughed, and left. Looking back, it is a memory that we both think is hilarious and cherish. In the moment, however, it was quite awkward. The next day, Matt asked if we could try kissing again.
“I completely understand if you don’t want to. Last night was pretty bad.”
I looked at him in the eyes. Those handsome eyes. “I want to try again,” I said. I put my hand on his cheek and pulled him in. This time I parted my lips so that our lips locked perfectly when they came into contact.
We separated and he said, “I love you.”
I looked at him with tears in my eyes. It is a beautiful thing hearing the person you love say that they love you.
“I love you too.”
On my way home, I cried tears of happiness.