About having your first kiss with 17

I'm turning eighteen in a few months and only had my first kiss a few weeks ago. There's nothing wrong with that. I know that. And yet I really don't. There's this pressure on all of us that we need to get out there and find love, make experiences and there's only a specific time frame in which that is acceptable. When you had you're first relationship or even first time with thirteen a lot of people will criticise you but those same people will be weirded out when you're eighteen and hadn't had you're first kiss. I personally don't have friends who think that way but it is something that's conveyed to you, whether it be through movies, books or magazines telling you the five steps how to get a guy to like you aimed at twelve year olds. That's all bullshit. Whether you find someone with twelve or twenty-two or later or not at all doesn't matter. We like to think of relationships as something meant to complete us but I'd disagree. Don't get me wrong, I do want to be with someone but I think we shouldn't romanticise desperately needing someone to be happy. Everyone is complete on their own, a relationship in my eyes is sharing yourself with someone else who is doing the same.
As always, I don't really know what I'm saying here but I remembered this crappy poem I wrote and published on Amino probably a month or so before meeting my girlfriend. It's cheesy and probably proves how naive I can be sometimes but I still find it interesting, especially looking back on it now when I can confidently say I am in love right now. Anyways, here it is:

I‘ll feel the wetness

Of her sorrow

Against my cheeks,

The ice

Of her doubts and fears

Piercing my brain as well as hers,

And the bitterness

Of all of the times people wronged her

On my tongue.

I‘ll realise there‘s a reason people say that love hurts,

Everytime we clash,

Feeling her emotions and pain as sharp as I do my own.

But I‘ll still stay,

And devour every second,

Of time we spend together.

Because I’ll also feel the vibrations

Of her heart fluttering with joy

Reverberating in my bones,

The glistening sparkle

Of excitement

Demanding my attention,

The heat

Of her love

So hot it‘ll threaten to burn me too

And she‘ll feel all of me,

Just as I‘ll feel all of her.