WE83 post topics ~ My Stolen First Kiss

Tell us about your first kiss - When was it and with whom, what was the situation, how did you feel, and did it develop into more? Was it beautiful and special or awkward and forgettable? Were you nervous or confident about the moment?

This question got me giggling and reminiscing about the first kiss and how it happened although like my topic said, it was a stolen kiss but since it was done by a person who I cherish, I did not mind.

So, we lived in a small neighborhood called barracks it was mostly for families whose breadwinners were government officials, and fortunately, my dad was one.

It was more like a small village or an estate, everyone knew each other and all the children played together and went to the same schools within our vicinity except college or universities and we did almost everything together.

There was this particular boy who we were in the same crew and I kinda had a crush on him, although it was mutual and everyone around us knew about him. Childhood crush.

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We became close but never talked in public, neither did we show feeling in public, whenever it is the weekend and I visit my hairstylist to braid my hair, we would go there together and he would stay with him till the time I finish making my hair.

My hairstylist knew about our feeling and always called us husband and wife, like everyone around us, knew what we had going although we both did not tell out our feelings, we both knew we had feelings growing for each other within us.

When I was fifteen years, after the death of my dad and my mom finally told us that we would be traveling to the village for the burial, I had to go visit him to let him know I would be traveling the next day, and while we were both crying and professing about our love for each other and how we were going to miss each other, I felt his lips on mine but I could not respond because I was still in shock and nervous because he took me by surprise.

He stopped kissing and stared at me for a while. I mean, my first time, how was I to respond to something I don't even have an idea of how they do it.

It felt awkward but special in a kind of way because I never expected it and because it was coming from him. I began to blush that I forgot what I was saying to him. I had to quickly bid him goodbye and rushed to meet my friend who was waiting for me outside.

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I could not stop talking about the kiss and how I felt, I touched my lips throughout our walk back home and smiled whenever I remember the scene. Although our relationship did not go beyond that level because of the distance but it was never forgotten, it took me years to forget about my stolen first kiss.