I was on a bus going home from a date with the boy I love, and I was staring deep into his eyes. He was smiling in a kind of flirty way at me, and I initiated a kiss. At first he kissed me back, then he started trying to push me off, but I didn't stop. Then I remember thinking I had to stop the kiss with him liking it, or it would be awkward because we would just be friends. Then I woke up. It was very strange, and I've never been romantic with him.