My first boyfriend,
even though I didn’t call him that at the time,
kissed me behind a shed
during a game of spin the bottle.
He almost missed,
barely catching my bottom lip,
completely catching my heart.
I still get butterflies when I think about it.
We drifted apart,
but later, we would collide
from time to time,
to do more grown up things than kissing,
and to reminisce about the kissing,
and to wonder why we didn’t do those grown up things sooner.