1. we were kids. we were friends. we were drunk. that party was terrible and you came to me, leaned close to my face and said ‘i would kinda like to kiss you’. i shrugged and my first kiss happened like this. it wasn’t something most girls dream of. it wasn’t special at all.
2. you happened at a party, too. i don’t even remember your name, but i think it’s okay, you probably don’t remember mine.
3. we were playing around. we talked a lot and we kissed when we were bored. somewhere between our deep conversations and rough kisses, you fell in love with me. i couldn’t feel anything and i tried to distance myself from you completely. i made you hate me, it was the best i could do.
4. you. oh, you. you were the fourth person i kissed but when anyone asks who my first kiss was, i always say your name. i hadn’t known it was possible to feel drunk when you’re sober until your lips found mine on that december day, when we were sitting on the stairs between the first and second floor. i know i wasn’t in love with you. not yet. but i’m sure as hell i tasted galaxies on your mouth and flowers started growing from my veins as you made my blood flow again. i had been drowning for years. you grabbed me and took me out of the ocean and gave me the kiss of life. i’ve been holding my breath since you last kissed me seven months ago.”
i want to write the kind of short stories you read in english class that are on this weird level of surrealism that they still haunt you years down the road
it’s a metaphor
The best part is that the crab is the symbol for the zodiac sign Cancer, so in a way even the crab itself is a metaphor
The Fault in our (Lob)Stars