He sat in the passenger's seat of your car, watching you drive him home. You looked perfect to him; mid-evening sun caressing your skin and eyes locked into the road in front of you. It felt like a scene from a movie.

Your conversation somehow drifted to first kisses, reminding him of all the romantic moments he fantasized about you and him. He knew it would never work, that you didn't feel the same.

"You know, I can't recall the last time I was kissed."