I saw something last night that broke me down. I have tried hard to put her out of my heart but that moment when I saw her kissing someone else though it was like Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
The thing that got me is it was soft kisses. Soft kisses are my favorite. The way they are given sparingly and gently placed. The restraint of passion ready to bloom. I miss them fiercely. Talking with my friend James after I saw that helped but as he pointed out, "it is the intimacy not the Whoopie that draws us in.". True I would give half the Whoopie in the world for those slow soft kisses from someone who cares.
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