It’s been so long since I’ve been kissed. I mean really kissed. Not a drunken mistake or a means to an end. But the type of kiss you fantasize about, get butterflies in anticipation, stare into their eyes and wonder if it will happen, hope it will happen. And once is does there’s a kind of buzzing in your mind, a light-headed bliss, an immense satisfaction. A kiss where maybe there’s more after, or maybe that kiss was everything you needed for now. A kiss that you both know is more than just a kiss, a physical enactment of a feeling.
I’m getting really fucking tired of seeing people I love sad. Another problem with this is that some of them bring it upon themselves. At some point you really need to just cut yourself off from the people bringing that pain into your life, I’ve been there and its hard as hell to let go but good news, once you do life is fucking awesome again! And you wonder why you were ever so weak and dumb in the first place! Promise!