I don’t know why I let you
be my first kiss.
And I don't know why I let
it happen more than once.
Or even at all.
And I don't know if I should
regret it or not; since I haven’t
regretted anything for almost
two years, and the last thing
was because of you.
Please don't make me regret
this too, okay?
Because, to be honest, I quite
liked the feel of your body
against mine, and I quite liked
the way you touched me and
how we fit almost perfectly,
head to toe and, lips against
l i p s.
We are not in love.
We are not in ‘liking’.
We did not have sex, or do
anything sexual.
We just were.
And it was wonderful.
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