Pieces of Peace: For Every Person I’ve Been With

Photo by Andrea Pol

I was thirteen-years-old when I had my first kiss.  It was wet. I didn't understand what was happening. Was it supposed to feel this way? I've watched enough teen sitcoms and romantic comedies to know how a kiss should look like. Assuming it felt as great as having a killer soundtrack while you're making out. … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: For Every Person I’ve Been With

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