Having returned to University, I was unpacking my possessions from the car when it happened. Looking around, I saw hundreds of students like me, unloading their belongings, saying goodbye to their parents.

As her father left, she blew him a kiss. Just as I happened to turn around. Our eyes met, and she gave me a dirty look which said: you stole my kiss

I shuffled off, shaken and left with a feeling of residual guilt.

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