My first kiss, technically, was during a game of Truth or Dare in the fifth grade. It was supremely awkward.

My first kiss that counted--as in, my first kiss with someone that I had deep feelings for--was nothing short of perfect. We were curled up on my couch at four in the morning, and I kept tilting my head up to stare at him, desperately hoping he'd lean down and take the first plunge because I'd been in love with him for nearly a year (and crushing on him for even longer), and I was just far too high-strung from holding back for months.

I don't remember who kissed who. Maybe we both leaned in. But I do remember how positively earth-shattering that kiss was. My heart was possibly having palpitations in my chest; I couldn't stop mapping him with my hands. We didn't even go to sleep that night. We just made out for hours. And hours.

It was glorious.

So how'd your first kiss go? The one that counted.