The Perfect Kiss (What is and should never be)

Dedicated to Kana. For not leaving.

A Million Paper Flowers

There was nothing to foretell it. Even now I still don’t understand how it happened. But it did. It just did.

There were flowers on the walls surrounding us. And my entire cuddly toys collection. What a surreal setting faith chose.

But I shouldn’t speak about faith. This was never meant to be or written in the stars. If anything, it was meant not to be.

You had such long eyelashes. They fluttered and fluttered while I was talking about school, studying, assignments… How you wanted to change the subject.

We giggled and whispered about books we read, tales we found and stories we dreamt and dreamt to write down. Was everything about us a story? A story about stories? Then it would end the day the stories were told.

It was then that I realised I never wanted it to end. I looked at you. All your features in a new light. And all I could think of was how beautiful you were. I wasn’t just seeing you. I was feeling you; a breathtaking, head-spinning feel. And I wanted…something to remember. Something to last for eternity. A never-ending tale about the both of us.

If you think this feeling mastered me completely and all rational thought was overruled by the violence of the emotion, you are wrong. The sensation was unmistakeably present, but it did not prevent our conversation to continue as if nothing had happened.

I do not remember what it was about, but I’m sure it was something ordinary, like going out to town the next week to get new books, maybe a new CD.

We were close to each other. Why didn’t I notice that before? Both leaning against the bedpost.

Was it me leaning forward? Probably. Although. Was it my lips that captured hers? Or hers that reached out to mine?

But I didn’t think. Eyes shut and mouth open. The position I always thought strange and unnatural.

A Million Dreams of Memories

I had never really liked kissing. Though boyfriends were easily counted on one hand, none of them had ever made me feel this.

It existed then, the perfect kiss. It was true, the tale. The tale I had always known but was never my own.

It was everything. Mind-blowing and heart-twirling. Demanding and yet careful.

Tender. Almost loving.

Love. It had never crossed my mind, but in that moment. If the unthinkable existed, there had to be love as well.

Love. Not friendship. Not mind games. But a feeling.

Love had to feel like that.

One by one my tales are told

They say beautiful moments last for eternity. What nonsense. It passed. Before you could even taste salty flavour on your lips, you had gone. The salt dried on my lips. I would go to sleep tasting. Wake up again tasting it still. It wasn’t until I had brushed my teeth, that the last trace of the moment was gone.