I'm reading this book, Something Borrowed, and here is the narrator talking about how wonderful a kiss is. One of those kisses you see in movies and well, read about in books. And she is saying how wonderful it is to finally have experienced one of those types of kisses. And how it's amazing and spectacular and everything she's ever imagined. Her stomach gets butterflies, her knees get weak, and she just can't imagine anything being better than how she feels at that exact moment.
And while I am sitting here lonely, and a little upset because my love life seems to be in shambles, I am so happy that I can say that at age 18, I've already experienced that feeling. I am too lucky.
