Confession...

He was my first, and I wished he would have been the only. I wanted him to be my last first kiss. I couldn't stand him! I was always angry with him. We never seemed to get along. We spent so much time apart that I often forgot his touch or his smell. I couldn't see his smile anymore so I wanted out. I opened the door and walked out. But he didn't follow me. I miss him. Somedays are good, but some days are bad. I wish I didn't get so angry that night. I don't even remember what I was so heated about.