Last autumn, As a 15 year old, the farthest thing I had done - romantically or physically - with someone, was a quick kiss on the lips. No tongue, no grabbing intimate body parts, no making out, and no biting.
The truth is, I haven't had the best experiences regarding boys and kissing. But what I will never forget, was the first kiss with Elijah.
First make out in between laughter, shaky hands, and a heartbeat that couldn't go any faster. With plain daylight, next to my neighbor's door.
"Elijah" I would always sigh whenever I say that name out loud, and tears would cuddle up in my eyes. Just those 6 letters, and my world and myself would crash.