Today, I kissed a girl.

Does anything else really matter?

She pulled me in, and I trembled, fumbling and reaching out with my lips. Tickled by her nose ring. Bumped my glasses against her. Missed a few times.
'Those aren't your lips, are they?'

Finally, our lips touched. A few short, sweet sensations. And then we did it again, one, two, maybe three times. It got a little better, and then it ended.
I like her.
I think she likes me.
In all likelihood, it was a platonic gesture. I don't mind. A boy only gets one first kiss. I'm not in the least bit ashamed that this was mine.

I kissed a girl.