Last saturday I kissed a boy at a party. It was a kiss very much like the brotherhood kiss among socialists, just pressing our lips together intensely for a short moment. He wanted to kiss my forehead but was drunkenly aiming for my eyes so I just lifted my head. We laughed and that was it. He also kissed me on the cheek twice I think. We are friends from university and have not known each other for very long. It was not a romantic kiss, it was just a kiss for the sake of kissing. But it was my first kiss with a man and my lips still tingle with happiness days later.
Since then I feel so desperate for love, desperate to have a man to kiss regularly and romantically, to share all the joys of my life with.
But I'm still so young. I don't know how to deal with this longing for love but I'm glad that I'm learing it. I'm glad to have shared this moment with my friend and to be filled with love even though it is not directed at anyone. It's okay that I'm bubbling over with it and I'm trying to just rejoice in it. It's my love and I have all the time in the world to share it with people.















