I miss being kissed. The burning passion, the caring touch. Both. The trust, the warmth… Everything. I tried doing it again. It was hot and kind of passionate and I felt something, just not the right way.
I do not think I will try again, because I have realized that what I really miss is to kiss a soul that wants me, the good and the bad. A soul that will shine with me in my darkest moments. A persistent one, like mine is… Most of the time.
I miss being kissed, but I can wait.