My first kiss was with the babysitter. Her parents were friends with my parents. She was 13 and I was all of 9 or 10. We were in a gazebo while our parents were doing God knows what, and she pounced me. I remember being terrified. Days or so later, we did it again and it was much nicer. No tongue though. ha ha

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.