I had my first kiss yesterday. It was with a boy I'd met that morning, and generally a bit awkward and uncomfortable, but when it was over I wanted to kiss him again. I'm not sure how to feel about it because I barely know the guy, but at the same time I really really like him and we spent the majority of the afternoon holding hands or with our arms around each other or just sitting close, and it was nice.
His name is Charlie and he's naturally a ginger but he's died his hair brown (only it's mostly faded now so he looks a bit ginger) and he's one year older than me and has a lisp and is maybe a head taller than me and he thinks he's fat but he's not (he used to be, I've seen photos), and his eyes are blue and he has one ear pierced and I was his first kiss (three kisses) too which means that he likes me which is bizarre for me because I've never had someone like me before and it's a bit wonderful and I feel all innocent when I think about it and I get the warm fuzzies.
I'm seeing him tomorrow. I think I'm going to change the rule I try to live by, or add to it: 'This is me, if you don't like it I don't care', And 'Forever is composed of nows'. Because it is and I keep forgetting. I'll remember soon enough. I'm ready to take on year nine, and all the social implications that come along with it. I might even be excited for it. :D
P.S. The secret kisses are secret because I don't quite know where we stand, if we're dating or what, so I've not told anyone. A few people may or may not have guessed though. *cough cough*
