It’s the last one that matters

Alright, this is where my mind wandered in recent hours: that famous first kiss we all dream about. When you’re on the ‘virgin’ side of that grand occassion, you’re wondering, dreaming about how it will be; where it might take place; and most importantly, who you will share it with. Now, personally, I’ve always thought it must be special, it must be with someone whom I care deeply for; I didn’t want it to be shared with any random member of the opposite sex. Yet, somehow in my process of thinking on this topic, I burst out something brilliant, changing my whole outlook on this most exciting event. For, who cares so much about the first kiss; it is the last one that matters. And as soon as the thought entered and exited my mind like a ball passing through my head, I realized the philosophic quality it had. I took it to heart more seriously and found myself immersed in the idea. Now, I believe this statement completely: the first kiss is not what matters, it’s the last one.