That First Kiss What was cute in the beginning irritated in the end. Behaviors initially overlooked as not a big deal were the tips of icebergs floating in a treacherous sea of unspoken rules and expectations. Division of skirt-work and trouser-work sounded cute until it meant being stifled in a fixed role without the hope of growth. I took a gamble on you, me, on us, but now I wish I could’ve broken up with you before our lips ever touched. Raud Kennedy |