Our first kiss was far from magical. In fact, it was in a dark, slightly cold room while we lay awkwardly next to each on a bed that belonged to my grandmother of all people. The kiss was quick, and landed more on the corner of my mouth then my actually lips, but it came as a surprise. I remember it so vividly. I was staring at the ceiling and suddenly there was shifting from the other side of the bed. I turned my head slightly, to see what she was doing, and then she kissed me.

I'm sure that if the lights had been on, I would have seen her turn red, and I felt my own cheeks burn. It was our first kiss, and although it was not magical, it was absolutely perfect because it was my birthday present. You see, dear reader, we shared our first kiss on my sixteenth birthday, which had been the worst birthday in history for me, but that's not important.

What is important in this moment is Alice. Alice with her wonderful cowlick that made her hair part itself; Alice with eyes as blue as the clearest summer's day; Alice, whose smile was contagious, and whose laugh was even more so; Alice, who was stubborn beyond all control and had a temper as fast as lightning. Even so, I knew I cared deeply for her.

And this kiss, the small gesture of affection, brought butterflies to my stomach and a smile to my lips. I heard her mumble a quick good night before she rolled away from me, her back to me. This made me smile more. I had never known Alice to get embarrassed, and I found it utterly adorable.

I rolled to her, wrapping my arms around her and drawing her close. I cuddled her back and she relaxed into me. The warmth of her body, her soft breathing, and the feeling of being wanted surrounded me and lulled me into sleep.

When we awoke, neither of us brought up the kiss, but whenever we made eye contact, a smile found its way to both of our lips. It was a while before we kissed again, a true kiss, and I'm not ashamed to say that I don't remember it.

I don't remember our first "real" kiss; where we were, what we were doing, who was around us. Because, to me, that kiss shared on my birthday was more magical, more real, then any other I could have received.