It was in 3rd grade when I had my first kiss. I remember such vivid moments. The people the teachers, then you. I was scared. We’ve only known each other for a few weeks. I didn’t want this to ruin our friendship, but you confessed. After a long time of thinking I decided it was okay. I remember hearing the “oohs” and “ahhs” then I heard silence. Nothing was visible. People watching, staring and I was blushing my lips on yours. Few minutes more of looking in your eyes. I heard the clock tick, tick, tick. Tock. Then the bell. We walked up together and only parting on the 3rd floor because we had different classes. You said goodbye but didn’t want to let go then you hugged me we didn’t let go until we heard kids coming up the stairs. You took my hand one last squeeze, but I didn't think that we would be in trouble in the end. I could hear my heart beating as I walked in the classroom questions were here and there. Then the teacher says “get to work everybody” I wanted to thank her for taking this pain and the noise away.