When I had my first kiss, I heard bells from the nearby Buddhist temple. The wind wafted the aroma of sweet incense, and in the distance, the low humming of the monks chanting the sutra was heard. Kawelu was the girl's name, and by the time I first kissed her, other girls our age followed us up the trail to the falls and asked me to be their first kiss at the romantic spot where Kawelu and I would make history. However, these were just a few of the many girls our age who drowned at these same falls, never knowing their first kiss. Their spirits would just have to watch as Kawelu and I pressed our lips together like a prayer.
Art by Edwin Ushiro
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