There's a time, brought on by obvious maturity--ha ha ha--when you find out that it's okay.  It's okay.  The entire Universe is built on something, some law, something that we could, perhaps, if feeling religious, call love, or, if you prefer, something grand and inclusive.   Sometimes referred to as Quantum Physics, of which there is no limit, an excess, a complete applicability.  That law might not care particularly about our corner of things, Earth, the way things are going here, seemingly quite disinterested, but still applicable when you consider life and nature and the shape of things.

So, given the reality of the great excess, the great energy of love behind manifested reality, so what if you just kissed her.  Something that happened once.  And then because of sweetness, irritating sometimes, nothing ever happened.  The great force behind it all had no need of anything particular, no need for anything dramatic, but the good sweetness that young people, full of life, bring to their dealings.  Okay, sure, it had its foolish immature sides, dumb, a waste, but you can only live in the present.  Love just is, a presence, a deeper reality.  It's not all meant to go strictly into reproduction of a species, obviously.  The force behind the reality is naturally channeled into a lot of things, art, poetry, kindness, the art of everyday life.  It wishes the best for us.