Descriptive Essay About My First Kiss

I had always dreamt and imagined of and things about my first kiss, what this short and small but entirely –maybe magical, or awkward moment would be like. Until it happened on my fourteenth birthday. But first, let me begin with the fact that I was moving away to California in a month and a half, an extremely dreaded time period and an entire state away sort of situation. I was born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona. Jordan and I, were great friends for a long time, teasing and poking fun at each other with no sign of infatuation toward each other whatsoever. He was my classmate, my confidant -my best friend. He was tall, had no money to his name but no one would have noticed, undoubtedly charismatic and mature for his age, and I was the complete

Then he asked me if I had ever been kissed, this sent me into a near heart attack mode. I admitted that I hadn’t been kissed before. Then boy in front of me, the one who always held confidence, who knew so much of himself so well prior to those who do that are much older than we, blushed and apologized sincerely for not having been a better person to me and not having something to offer me this day. He looked back up at me with confidence and more love in his eyes that I had ever seen at the time. And then, Jordan softly placed his hand behind my neck, not intimately or anything like that, but in a more comforting way, moving my hair behind my shoulder and said, “If I can offer you anything special, a small gift in a small way,” and he kind of laughed at that, his voice softened again and he finished, “If you’ll let me, I’ll give you your first kiss.” The shock in my eyes must have been apparent, of course no one had ever said anything so romantic to me in my whole life (Again, I just turned fourteen), I nodded –a huge blush gracing my face as well as much as