35. Kiss

Callista.

I’ve been kissed before. Numerous times, in fact.

My first was a boy in fifth grade who’d told me my hair looked pretty that day, and I had been blushing like crazy. Back then we were yet to go through puberty, so it didn’t really make sense. It was just something we had seen older people do, which automatically meant it was a cool thing to do. Then, at recess when we were playing, he'd suddenly appeared next to me, and asked for a kiss. Just like that. I was honestly taken aback, and my mind had been screaming, “Take it! Take it, you fool, this is a one-way ticket to the big leagues!” at me. Back then, all the popular girls had all been kissed, and who didn’t want to be similar to them? This is the fifth grade I’m talking about, and yes, I’d been that dramatic.

So yeah. It had been a wonderfully clumsy, orange lollipop flavored kiss, and at the time, it rocked my world.

After that, I was kind of popular, but no one asked me to kiss them. I did hold hands with some boys, but