Being Kissed

Jay Waters
Nov 1 · 23 min read

For most of my fifteenth year, I was completely confused about the big deal over being kissed. It seemed important to all the other girls in high school that they be kissed. I, personally, had never given it much thought until Shelly Sergeant called me to tell me someone had kissed her.

The memory of that day is comfortable memory, one I return to like a favorite movie when I need peace from the chaos of existence in a city. It was a beautiful autumn Saturday during my junior year at Littlesville High School, two weeks before my sixteenth birthday. South Central Pennsylvania showed itself off in a…

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Jay Waters

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Somewhat Cyclops. Knitter. Spinner. Meditator. Yogi. Medical Cannabis Patient. Cannabis Docent. Survivor. Tarotphile. ExVangelical. Writer.

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