The "Getting Back Together" Kiss
"Getting Back Together" kisses have to be good, otherwise, there probably won't be any actual getting back together occurring. I can't think of anyone that would take back an ex-significant other after a mediocre kiss, but if you know someone that would, you should flick them on the forehead or something because they are dumb.
Anyway, the best "GBT" kiss I ever had was fairly early-on in my life and set a surprisingly high standard for how these type of situations are supposed to go down. It was with my second boyfriend, Mike.
Mike and I dated from April to June of my eighth grade year and when we broke up, I was devastated. I'm pretty sure this was the first time my heart had ever been broken and I hated it. It was the worst, especially because we broke up over some dumb misunderstanding (which, let's be real, is what most middle school break up's are over). Because we had started out as best friends before we dated, Mike and I tried to hang out after our break up, which was kind of hard because I was still pretty upset that we were no longer together and I also still hearted him big time and I was 99% sure that he wanted to get back together too.
Anyway, a couple weeks after we'd broken up, we were hanging out down at the beach when it started to storm. Instead of being smart, normal humans and looking for cover, we ran toward the water and jumped in. It was there, standing chest-deep in the lake while the rain poured down and the possibility of getting electrocuted was pretty prominent, that he kissed me and we decided to get back together. It was wonderful.
Mike and I had many "GBT" kisses during the two years that we on-and-off dated, but that kiss was the perfect one. It's the reason I like thunderstorms so much and I'm actually fairly confident the memory of that kiss is why we stayed together for so long and kept trying to make things work because, honestly, we had a pretty bad relationship. We remembered it and clung to it's memory when things between us sucked to prove that we at least used to have something.
The last time I saw Mike was right before I left for my freshman year of college. It was in the gynecologists office, which let me tell you, is not the place you would expect to see the first person who broke your heart. I was sitting cross-legged, eating goldfish and waiting for a friend's appointment to be over. He was with his girlfriend, who was eight months pregnant. It probably should have been awkward, but it wasn't. We made small-talk and, before he left to go into the appointment, he mentioned that day in the rain. Our lives went completely different directions and we clearly fell out of love, but it's nice to know that the memory is still there for both of us as the best "GBT" kiss ever.
