Under the soft moonlight and the 50's streetlights over our heads.
I kissed a boy once.
He was so tall that I had to stand two steps up on the stairs to even reach.
I didn't like him very much, but he was sweet and he told me I was beautiful.
No one had ever said something like that to me before.
It's usually not a rare thing, or even an odd thing to say.
But when he said it there, under the soft moonlight and the 50's streetlights over our heads, I really did feel beautiful.
In a way I had never done before. I kissed him then.
Not even because I liked the idea of him, but because I believed his words to be true.
-S
He was so tall that I had to stand two steps up on the stairs to even reach.
I didn't like him very much, but he was sweet and he told me I was beautiful.
No one had ever said something like that to me before.
It's usually not a rare thing, or even an odd thing to say.
But when he said it there, under the soft moonlight and the 50's streetlights over our heads, I really did feel beautiful.
In a way I had never done before. I kissed him then.
Not even because I liked the idea of him, but because I believed his words to be true.
-S
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