One real kiss on an old high school stage, one I stole because there was no other choice; I had to kiss her. I told her—in my moment of embarrassing, confusing emotional whiplash—that it was only for the show. For the audience, for the performance’s sake. But that wasn’t true. I kissed her because I needed to, because she’d never looked so beautiful, and because I knew it would be my greatest regret if I didn’t.
