A few days back, my girlfriends
and I were sharing experiences of our first kiss. So, I thought I’d share mine
with you too.
My first kiss happened when I was
4 years old with a boy L. We were of the exact same age. I do not really
remember anything about it now, but my mom kept this picture of us kissing, so
sweet it looked just like it had been cut right out of an Archies card.
As we grow up, everyone who saw
the picture used to make fun of it and teased that one day we would eventually
get married. As for L, he grew up to be a sweet, awkward kid. Growing up, we
were in different schools. He was the shy, quiet kind and I was the one with
many friends. I guess he did not come around much anymore. We never became
friends after.
One fateful morning, a terrible news
flooded our community. L had commited suicide. Rumour has it that he was having
some serious problems in school. He was just 14 years old. The news spread like
fire. Everyone in school who knew him talked about what a sweet person he was. I
did not go to his funeral, but my friend told me that there were more flowers
than any funeral she had ever been.
So, even though I do not remember
much about him, whenever people talk about first kiss, I’d always tell his
name. And whoever other guys who would like to claim the title of being “My
first kiss”, I’m afraid they just don’t stand a chance. Thanks to the beautiful
boy who left me beautiful memories.
