I've kissed before. I've definitely kissed before, when I was in elementary school. It was a kiss, my only kiss, it was my first kiss.
But then, if a kiss from a teary-eyed classmate when I was six doesn't count as my first kiss, then I guess that would mean that this… this is my very first kiss.
Have you ever played with melting plastic? Have you ever thrown plastic into a fire, watched it melt and then tried to pick it up with something like a rod? You know how it looks, how it slips and drawls. That slimy, slippery look—feeling, that slow, lazy movement that makes the melted plastic look languid.
That and more is exactly how I feel right now.
Like molten plastic. I feel weak, lazy—languid. I feel powerless, like my legs have somehow been detached from my body, cause I don't feel them anymore.
It's like some kind of hot liquid is coursing through every muscle, vein and bone in my body. And that hot liquid is all I can feel right now.
