This is really depressing.
I feel I should explain.
I'd been thinking about this boy that I liked for about a year..
and just wondering what would have happened if I would have kissed him when I had the chance.
I'm glad I didn't, but I just wonder what if...
Well anyways, the night I nearly kissed him was at a superheroes party.
I had liked him for eight months at this point and it was the night before my birthday; 20-02-94.
He was dressed as Batman; I was dressed as Batgirl. Ironic eeh?