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The First Kiss Chronicles-(Epilogue)-(Madison Holland-Lafayette, LA)


"The first kiss...it's very special. You're gonna have a lot of first kisses. You're gonna want it to be special, so you remember. It's where you go from being a stranger to knowing someone." ~Mad Men
I got a chance at a do-over on a first kiss. A second chance at a once-in-a-lifetime love. After three months of lonely, sporadic emptiness, here he was again, not two feet away from me, within arms reach, sitting on my couch. My heart hammered against my ribcage and air struggled through my lungs. The risk of losing you again ran rampant against my need to feel your arms around me again, to feel your lips on mine once more, to feel home for the first time in months. 
We talked and I realized you were the same but different. You had matured, become someone older, someone that had faced something very dark and survived. You were better than the boy I had loved. 
When your lips met mine for the first time and I held your wet face in my hands while the tears ran down my cheeks into your mouth, my heart exploded and flew towards yours at lightning speed.
I knew there could never be another first kiss to top my second first forever kiss.

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