Everyone remembers their first love and their first kiss, which you can still taste if you close your eyes and remember.
Mine was at a Friday night football game. We were both fifteen and on our first date. After being scared to near death when meeting her Dad, we held hands and walked to the school stadium. I had never held a girl's hand, and I can honestly say it sent shivers up my spine. We found seats high in the bleachers and sat so close to each other that we barely needed two seats.
I didn't know what was happening with the game as all my attention was on her and her gloved hand holding mine. She said she was cold, so I wrapped my jacket around her, and in doing so, I just reacted and kissed her. She didn't pull away but returned my kiss, her warm lips and the taste of cherries pressed firmly against mine.
That first kiss was one of hundreds as our teenage love blossomed into a love like I've never known since. Today, decades later, I often think of her and our first kiss on those cold bleachers. Her hand in mine and the taste of cherry forever on my lips.
Mike 2025
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