One thing I frequently see happen is the confusion between friendship and relationship. Even though I shared a kiss with my best friend, Yvalia, it had nothing to do with intercourse or planned sex acts.
What happens nowadays is that millions of people can’t really enjoy the best outcomes from friendship because of uncontrollable male voracity to have sex. Why a girl or a woman often has to say, for example, I don’t understand what he wants from me. I love sex more than any other man on earth, but I didn’t let this physiological need interfere or stop me from enjoying the true and pure friendship love that I developed with Yvalia. Only one thing that happened between her and me was the First and Last Kiss.
Where to begin this true story? I really didn’t know at first, but in looking back at all the good and difficult moments when I was a teen, everything—such ideas, images, memories—started flowing in my mind incessantly.
Today, I am not sure why I felt compelled to write down this story in the first place, so the sentiment of motivation that stimulates me to tell this story is very strong for some reason that I now still can’t explain. I feel at this moment I must do my best to tell it if for no other reason than to finally say no to abuses against young children.
This story is, above all, a story about a wonderful friendship, and it has plenty of emotional aspects, but it is also rich with good advice. At the same time, it is a story of a young girl who has been sexually abused by her own brother.
This is a powerful tale of true friendship.
I want to warn you that this story is charming and moving, so don’t miss a sentence from each chapter because this book is going to switch on a sleeping light in you. I am more than convinced that you will love it. This book is very easy to read, but it is an extraordinary book, for it is touching. I am sure you won’t soon forget it.