The best memory I have with a shitty boyfriend in high school. He was in a band playing at one of my best friend’s party, and they had to leave after the set to get to another gig. I was helping him load his guitar and bags into his car, a cool rain was falling, and he kissed me, tasting like Sprite.

I was still young enough/new to kissing enough/didn’t know him well enough to think this was a perfect moment, and even now that I hate the jerk and am glad he’s way gone in my life, it was a beautiful kiss.