the other day, my sister told me that she thinks making out is over-rated. i completely disagree. and then i tell her this story:
"on the day Vincent asked me out, he picked me up and kissed me. when i was off the ground and feeling his lips on mine, i literally felt like the world was spinning around me and when i opened my eyes, i was surprised that we were still at the same spot."
my sister broke down laughing - maybe it was all the hand gestures i told along with the story. but THIS is what i remember like it was yesterday. THIS is what makes making out anything but over-rated. it just has to be with the right person.
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