dear diary,
today for the first time i kissed someone (in a while). i don’t know his name/his number/anything about him at all. he is a french boy sitting next to me on my flight from newark to cdg paris. we were watching our own movies on our own little screens at the back of the front passengers’ seats. i felt his left arm touching my right arm. then our legs were touching. then his fingers started to brush my knees. we made eye contact and started to kiss. we made out the whole flight. when we landed in paris, everyone standed up and were searching for their bags on the overhead cabinets, i was secretly wishing for him to ask for my number. i’m always shy. then we lost each other in the crowed. i landed 1pm. only thing he told me was he live in the first arrondissement, right by the louvre. i got to my friend’s at 3pm. my friend asked me where i want to go for my first day in paris. i said let’s go to the louvre. i walk around there wishing i run into him, but i honestly forgot what he looks like. i wish i will run into him soon, and ask what his name is.
