Kelly and I. We had been inseparable since the beginning of jr. high.
The Taylor thing made it even more intense. We spent a lot more time together after that, she was my self-appointed body guard. Stephen probably began to grow tired of me always being along on dates. At the end of the night, we would walk home together. We would take the scenic route down by the water’s edge. There was a fallen tree there, we would sit and talk until late in the night some times. Just the two of us.
We talked a lot about love. Her relationship with Stephen. My failed relationship with Taylor. We talked a lot about Taylor, actually. Not about what had happened, but a lot about how it felt. How angry and strongly Kelly reacted. How afraid I had been. How Kelly had made me feel better.
There was one night I broke down and started crying. I still felt ashamed for letting Taylor violate me in so many ways. Kelly took me into her arms and held me there an hour or so. Constantly reassuring me that it wasn’t my fault.
I fell asleep there in her arms until she stirred. It was time to go home before we were missed. She lifted my head towards hers, and she kissed me square on the lips.
The embrace lasted maybe a minute, maybe a minute and a half, but it filled my stomach with butterflies and it felt right.
We hurried home after that. She kissed me again briefly before we parted ways.
I barely remember the walk from her backyard to my bedroom. A million and one things were running through my mind.
Yes, I had kissed a girl.
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