Twenty kisses...
It's a JoeC. Sweet and sappy.
Twenty kisses til midnight
Kiss me long. Kiss me hard.
Kiss me soft. Kiss me sweet.
Kiss me short. Kiss me complete.
Whatever you do, I need my kisses from you...
One hour til midnight.
One hour. Sixty minutes. Three thousand six hundred seconds.
Then it will be a new day. A new year. A broken resolution.
No. He can do this. This is one resolution that he can keep.
All it takes is courage.
Too bad he feels like Courage the Cowardly Dog, instead of Superman.
Inside he is shaking in fear. Inside he can feel his stomach tighten and a thousand butterflies shift about. Inside he can feel his heart ache.
It is the fear of the unknown. Of what could happen. The uncertainty of how his question might be received.
He hopes that it will be with joy. Happiness. Love.
He wastes a few of his precious moments dreaming of perfection. Holding hands underneath a full moon. Kisses in the summer rain. Lazy days curled up with each other.
“Go on,” interrupts a deep voice. “Ask him.”
He feels the slight push at his back. He stumbles slightly. His mind wanting him to grab the nearest stable thing and hang on.
“Ask him,” says another voice, this sweetly feminine. “Don’t waste another year.”
His safety net is gone. It’s nothing more than free falling. Until he goes splat. Or until he is able to soar high above the clouds.
Painfully slow steps carry him forward. Seconds drift away. Soon it will be another year. One that he will once again put this off until the last minutes. The same as he has done years in the past.
He stops. That is what has brought him here to this very moment. He has had to sit back and watch others be where he has ached to be. Watch others have the right to touch and kiss. Watch others claim the one thing he has wanted for so long.
Never has he had this problem before. What he wants, he gets. Anyone. Anything. Especially this year.
This has been his year to shine. To be the one with the Midas touch. He has it all.
Except for him.
Happiness. Love. Joy.
It lies in his grasp, if only he makes the effort. That’s all it will take. Just asking.
He takes a deep breath. “Um...”
Silvery blue eyes turn his way. Questioning. Something lies deeper. Secretive. Hidden.
It looks like it could be hope.
“Um...C?”
A smile. A nod. A step closer to him.
“C, will you...um...”
How hard can this be? He’s practiced so many times. Looked up words. Wrote down elegant and sophisticated ways to pose the question.
His mind is blank. Nothing. He bites his lip. Turns away.
Another year is slipping away for the lack of words.
A faint memory comes to him. Something his Dad would whisper to his Mom. He remembers her blush and giggle.
“JC, it’s twenty kisses til midnight. Would you share yours with me?”
There is faint hope in those silvery blue eyes. Cautious hope. Like he can’t believe what he is hearing.
“Just until midnight?”
“No. Forever, if you would like.”
Faint pink crosses JC’s cheeks. A small giggle that sounds like euphoria seeping through. Silver blue eyes that shine with love.
“Yes, Joey. Forever.”
Kiss one...
Twenty kisses til midnight
Kiss me long. Kiss me hard.
Kiss me soft. Kiss me sweet.
Kiss me short. Kiss me complete.
Whatever you do, I need my kisses from you...
One hour til midnight.
One hour. Sixty minutes. Three thousand six hundred seconds.
Then it will be a new day. A new year. A broken resolution.
No. He can do this. This is one resolution that he can keep.
All it takes is courage.
Too bad he feels like Courage the Cowardly Dog, instead of Superman.
Inside he is shaking in fear. Inside he can feel his stomach tighten and a thousand butterflies shift about. Inside he can feel his heart ache.
It is the fear of the unknown. Of what could happen. The uncertainty of how his question might be received.
He hopes that it will be with joy. Happiness. Love.
He wastes a few of his precious moments dreaming of perfection. Holding hands underneath a full moon. Kisses in the summer rain. Lazy days curled up with each other.
“Go on,” interrupts a deep voice. “Ask him.”
He feels the slight push at his back. He stumbles slightly. His mind wanting him to grab the nearest stable thing and hang on.
“Ask him,” says another voice, this sweetly feminine. “Don’t waste another year.”
His safety net is gone. It’s nothing more than free falling. Until he goes splat. Or until he is able to soar high above the clouds.
Painfully slow steps carry him forward. Seconds drift away. Soon it will be another year. One that he will once again put this off until the last minutes. The same as he has done years in the past.
He stops. That is what has brought him here to this very moment. He has had to sit back and watch others be where he has ached to be. Watch others have the right to touch and kiss. Watch others claim the one thing he has wanted for so long.
Never has he had this problem before. What he wants, he gets. Anyone. Anything. Especially this year.
This has been his year to shine. To be the one with the Midas touch. He has it all.
Except for him.
Happiness. Love. Joy.
It lies in his grasp, if only he makes the effort. That’s all it will take. Just asking.
He takes a deep breath. “Um...”
Silvery blue eyes turn his way. Questioning. Something lies deeper. Secretive. Hidden.
It looks like it could be hope.
“Um...C?”
A smile. A nod. A step closer to him.
“C, will you...um...”
How hard can this be? He’s practiced so many times. Looked up words. Wrote down elegant and sophisticated ways to pose the question.
His mind is blank. Nothing. He bites his lip. Turns away.
Another year is slipping away for the lack of words.
A faint memory comes to him. Something his Dad would whisper to his Mom. He remembers her blush and giggle.
“JC, it’s twenty kisses til midnight. Would you share yours with me?”
There is faint hope in those silvery blue eyes. Cautious hope. Like he can’t believe what he is hearing.
“Just until midnight?”
“No. Forever, if you would like.”
Faint pink crosses JC’s cheeks. A small giggle that sounds like euphoria seeping through. Silver blue eyes that shine with love.
“Yes, Joey. Forever.”
Kiss one...