Bliss

That's it.

That's the only word that could describe it the first time Patton kissed me.

I'm not one for emotions. I actually don't have emotions at all.

But when Patton kissed me, it was almost as if he was sharing his favourite emotions with me.

I suddenly couldn't feel my feet on the ground anymore. Breathing was the last thing on my mind.

The strangest part was, it wasn't even a french kiss. No, it was just a small peck.

It seemed to stop time. My eyes snapped shut and

Bliss

Pure

Undescribable

Unobtainable

Bliss.

I didn't feel anything except his lips on mine and pure happiness.

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Angelic.

That's the only word that can truly, to the fullest extent explain Patton.

I don't personally belive in God, but angels are the only thing comparable to him.

The second time patton kissed me was the best experience of my life.

Mainly because this time wasn't just a peck.

At this point I couldn't even concentrate on anything.
The feeling of his lips on mine

and his hands in my hair

and my hands on his hips

didn't even seem to exist until after the fact.

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Untouched.

This is how I felt the third time pattob kissed me.

Maybe it was just because I had never felt happiness other than when he kissed me, but I swore if it had gone on longer, my heart would stop.

I couldn't be bothered with anything.

Nobody existed in this moment except him.

Nothing could touch me except him.

Nothing was real except him.

I wasn't even real to myself.

It seemed as if him and I were one.

I felt such an intense pressure in my chest that didn't seem real either.

I loved this man.

With everything.

It felt as if we were flying,

becoming one.

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With all of this said,

and all of our stories told,

I can't begin to describe to you the feeling of the kiss we shared on our wedding day.

It was nothing.

It was everything.

It was careful.

It was reckless.

It was beautiful.

It was perfect.