Chapter 5

Geez. A kiss, it's so, weird. It can be a soft or rough comforting welcome to the body of another. Or it can be a painful reminder of what once was or what could of been. A kiss to me has never been too special. I've never had that 'spark' or that amazing kiss everyone has in their lifetime. Mine have never been special. But they are now. A kiss to me is almost sacred. Almost as sacred as making love to someone for the first time, yet it's not. Kisses can also be packs on the lips, it can be sweet, or bitter, or even liberating. But I've never felt any of that. It's always felt so plain, like laying your lips on an ice cube or sipping from a cup. It's never been anything special. Do they really feel special? Why? I was never really blindsided by a kiss besides my first time. It was sudden and felt like an eternity. It felt almost magical at the moment because it's what i had thought what I always wanted. And i was numb afterwards, touching my lips every five seconds, wondering if it was real or not. It was, and as I grew, I realized that it was gross. Sloppy. Too sudden. I was frozen. I hadn't synced my lips with his, i hadn't held onto him, I didn't feel anything truly special. Even when I would anticipate a kiss, I would freeze. All my kisses felt sloppy and wet. Never sweet or lustful. They were never truly good. So a kiss to me is nothing special in my experience, but maybe i need more experience from the right person to change my mind.

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