Hasna

Although i have my own first kiss dream, which is not going to happen anymore ;

It was raining outside, and i’m glad he could provide some warmth through his skin that’s touching mine. His hands are on my waist and pulling me closer so i can feel his breath on my face. I lay my head on his shoulder, with my face resting on his neck. He is warm, his skin smells like a mixture of menthol and cinnamon, his hands are now caressing my thighs to the waist before lifting my chin up so we could face each other.  His eyes are on my lips, watching mine like he wants to taste them badly. So i put my lips on him. And i never wish to let go.

But that was only a dream.

My first kiss was plain, cold and lustless. I thought i was going to feel butterflies in my stomache or at least a firework in my head, but i felt nothing at all. Like, nothing. It was so plain that i want to forget it real soon, which i already did.  It was so plain that i thought it was another nightmare i’m having.