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My first kiss was the summer after 6th grade.
At least, thats what i'm counting as my first.. which sometimes makes me wonder, do two people somewhere out there, count their first kiss with me, as being the first kiss they had, when i concider them non valid?
Maybe, someday i'll see them to ask.
Since then i've had a lot of kisses. Some of them good.. some of them.. Not so good.
I've had boys aged ranged 16-25 lip lock me in the hopes of conveying.. Love and lies. Some of them trying to get somewhere..some of them just reaching for physical affection.
I've had the emotion i felt during them, be thrown back in my face later with the knowledge that they were meaningless, and stolen from me with a false promise of emotion that never followed..
I've given them, in the hopes that my emotions would follow in my lips footsteps and form a connection with the person on the other end. At one point this actually worked to well, and i lost my heart in a kiss to someone who didnt deserve either... In a car, in a different city by the ocean.. with the fog everywhere at 2:30am. At the time, it seemed ideal. Looking back- it was freezing, and i hadn't slept in two and 1/2 days.
What have i learned from all of these encounters of the chapsticked kind?
That you can't tell anything from someones kiss.. they can lie to you just the same whether or not their speaking.. And that they're better when your eyes are closed.
g'night.
At least, thats what i'm counting as my first.. which sometimes makes me wonder, do two people somewhere out there, count their first kiss with me, as being the first kiss they had, when i concider them non valid?
Maybe, someday i'll see them to ask.
Since then i've had a lot of kisses. Some of them good.. some of them.. Not so good.
I've had boys aged ranged 16-25 lip lock me in the hopes of conveying.. Love and lies. Some of them trying to get somewhere..some of them just reaching for physical affection.
I've had the emotion i felt during them, be thrown back in my face later with the knowledge that they were meaningless, and stolen from me with a false promise of emotion that never followed..
I've given them, in the hopes that my emotions would follow in my lips footsteps and form a connection with the person on the other end. At one point this actually worked to well, and i lost my heart in a kiss to someone who didnt deserve either... In a car, in a different city by the ocean.. with the fog everywhere at 2:30am. At the time, it seemed ideal. Looking back- it was freezing, and i hadn't slept in two and 1/2 days.
What have i learned from all of these encounters of the chapsticked kind?
That you can't tell anything from someones kiss.. they can lie to you just the same whether or not their speaking.. And that they're better when your eyes are closed.
g'night.