I got home at 11:30 (racing for curfew...again.) I went to bed at 2. I woke up at 5. I don't think I was ever truly asleep that whole time.
I relived last night about 45 times.
I love how everyone is so different.
For some people, a kiss is a completely normal thing they can give anyone.
They've had experience and everyone else's new experiences seem somehow petty.
For others... we're still trying to make ourselves feel better about our VL-ness.
(Please note that sentence: I am still un-kissed. Don't be jumping to conclusions, people!)
Last night, in its simple, perfect, innocence, was all that I was looking for.
I have no words.
Okay, that's a lie. I've got ten million words. I've got 20 million pictures floating through my head.
5 A.M. has never been so wonderful.