It was in 8th grade in 1974. His name was Emil and he had green eyes and curly dark blond hair. We had been flirting with each other for 2 months, walking each other to class. He gave me butterflies in my stomach and I thought I loved him. At the end of the semester, we were standing in the stairwell and he called me his girl and lifted my chin to his and softly kissed me on the lips. It was innocent and pure and sweet.
Original author: Medusa