Some things cannot be rehearsed. No matter how developed the logic, no matter how much you analyze the experience, there are experiences that come suddenly and hit right in the center. The first kiss is exactly from this category. It is not just a touch of lips, it is a whole internal storm that has no words, only sensations.

You can replay the scene in your head a thousand times. Imagine how it will be: where to look, how to turn your head, when to close your eyes. But in reality, all this is devalued in an instant, because the body begins to live separately from consciousness. All attention is focused on breathing, movement, the distance between you. It becomes hot and chilly at the same time. This is a light tension, but it permeates everything — from the shoulders to the tips of the fingers.

Sometimes the moment before the first kiss lasts an eternity. And sometimes - just a second, but one that contains the whole world. At that moment, you stand on the border. Between "was" and "will be." Between the fear of being misunderstood and the hope of being accepted. It's a fine line, and everything trembles on it.

It always seemed to me that a kiss is a contract. Without words. Without conditions. Just an agreement to be closer. To open up. To let into a zone where not everyone is allowed. That's why it's so exciting. That's why it's so memorable.

I remember my first premonition of a kiss. We were standing by the stairs, and suddenly everything around seemed to go quiet. He stepped closer, and didn't touch. He just looked. And my chest suddenly felt tight. It didn't hurt - it was just as if someone had turned on all the lights inside me at once. Not a single goosebump went unnoticed. The air became thicker. Softer. Sweeter.

And then I realized: it wasn't about the kiss. And in what hasn't happened between us yet, but can already be felt. This anticipation. Trepidation. A drawn-out note before the chord. And the longer it sounds, the stronger the flash afterwards. It doesn't matter how old you are. The body remembers such moments forever.

And after? After, you're not the same. Something has shifted. Something has confessed. Even if you don't continue. Even if this is the only kiss. But it already exists. In memory. In the skin. In the shadow on the lips.