It’s a terrible feeling when you have spent your entire life anticipating your first kiss
and the moment it happens, you feel frustrated.
It felt as if I was in a wrestling match.
That his purpose was to invade and destroy everything.
That he had no intention to listen.
That survival was for the fittest.
I could have wrestled and won the round.
But I withdrew.
Because this was not my round, and a trophy was not my goal.
What do you mean “You’re supposed to do this”?!
Is this some kind of sport?
Aren’t I supposed to follow my instincts?
So, you think your preparations and calculations are supposed to please me?
I don’t want a planned kiss
On your mark, get set, go!
At least try to surprise me
Let there be an element of surprise.
I mean if it’s not a good kiss, then I don’t want to be kissed at all!