This kid was killing me last night going down this list of kisses he regret/ hated to leave lingering, prompting him to kiss another girl simply so the kiss previously wouldn’t remain his last. I was standing there amused beyond belief because I’ve always felt the complete opposite. I sometimes stop to think to myself how awesome it is that the last person I kissed was who they were. Then I feel like a badass for a second. Never the need to wash them away. I’m perfectly happy with my last kiss for now, and for however long it lasts, even if he’s buried it in shame already, or is soon to. I thought it was pretty funny.
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