 | | 2014-10-15 19:25
From blog TheEyreEffect
When Love is Not a Dream
When my husband and I kissed for the first time, it brought about the sole largest crisis of our relationship. In my case, anyway.
Growing up in a more conservative family as a romantic, day-dreaming girl, I had always imagined and vowed that my first kiss would be on my wedding day. As a young woman who read many novels and watched many Austen/Bronte films, I imagined that kissing was a tender, wonderful, breathtaking thing. So, I thought, we would wait through however long it took to date and be engaged, and our first kiss would be incredibly special, a sign of our new life together, almost magical in its properties.
My husband, however, was not a fan of...
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