One. My first kiss was a country boy. His dorm smelled like coconut and summer but three days later, he told me he didn't want a relationship. Two days after that, he stopped talking to me. He used me.
Two. I kissed a boy whose intentions were never what I thought they were. He had hands that wandered and lips that didn't quite fit against mine. That was our first and last date.
Three I thought I loved him. Young and in love, I let him touch my heart and my body and I thought we were forever. But his hands were too big for mine and he left me, like all the rest. But I don't miss him.
Four. Late night Snapchats that led to drunken kisses and roaming fingers. And regret. I still think about it.
Five. I was 19, and he was gentle and slow. He held my face as if I was porcelain, beautiful and fragile. After, he held me close to his chest and I could hear his heart beating with mine. *Perfect fit.