Twelve years ago today I had my first kiss. I was 18-years-old and a freshman in college. Growing up I was such an Anne of Green Gables. So innocent and with a really honest kind of innocence, and not the sheltered kind. Meaning, I desired the sweetness, the honesty, the purity. Academically I was surrounded by jaded people who were the "American Beauty" type of observers who sought for aesthetics within the muddiness. For me I found beauty in redemption, and so sought for the good and sweet. In my life I've always been able to exude a bit of Street Smarts, but my real friends know how little I actually know. My real friends know how conservatively I really do conduct my life. I've always been a big talker, and in high school I may have appeared saucy and fierce. The truth was I couldn't fathom being anywhere with anyone short of a Colin Firth character from a Jane Austin film.
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