The mindless yet sweet talks the both of you had, somehow led to talking about first kisses, first partners and many other firsts. And that led to being a curious cat. You wonder, what it would be like to kiss someone for the first time ? You pray that it would be as magical as those cheesy scenes you’ve seen on TV shows.
And when that first kiss eventually happens, it was undeniably sweet. You smile unknowingly when you replay the first kiss scenario in your mind. Your heart beats faster and your palms feel sweaty.
And then, you start getting paranoid. You begin bombarding your mind with doubtful questions, such as, “was the kiss good for him?”, “was there too much tongue?”, “did I scare him off?” Etc. and somehow or the other, you seem to convince yourself that it wasn’t a good kiss.
Are you like that? Mind fucking yourself into turning something good to something completely horrid?