Three years ago today, within this very hour, you kissed me for the first time. On the sidewalk in front of your house, the moon hanging low above our heads, Damien Rice still ringing in our ears, you kissed me. Quickly, nervously, you kissed me. My eyes opened wide and I smiled. In spite of my attempt to stay cool, to look cool, I smiled.
Three years later, and I still haven't stopped.
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