Been Here All Along

by Sandy Hall

I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull him close, standing on my tiptoes to press my lips to his. It’s quick and dry and maybe not the most romantic or centered kiss that has ever passed between two people. But it’s our first, and I immediately know that I don’t want it to be our last.

No, my life sucks because life sucks sometimes. I need to take responsibility for myself and my own happiness.