KissingIt's been more than 7 years since I was single. I go through times when I am sure that I've thrown those memories into the attic of my mind and I'm not going to pull them out again. I'm happier when that's the case. Or perhaps it's like the movie "Inception". I think I'm happier, when I can't remember the days when I was truly happy.
Today I woke up and went about my daily routine, I dropped my kids off at school and for whatever reason, I just started thinking how long it has been since I was decently kissed. In the movie "That Thing You Do", there's a point where Guy asks Fay "How long has it been since you were properly kissed. I mean, good and kissed?"
I shudder for anyone to ask me that question.
From the time I was in the sixth grade I knew I loved kissing, even though it was a rarity. Once high school girlfriends arrived, I was often deemed a gentlemen for my slow progression towards anything sexual. I can't say that I was honorable as much as I truly loved a sweet kiss. Or a passionate kiss. Or a wistful goodbye kiss.
As I matured, I never lost my desire to kiss and be kissed. In lovemaking, kissing is essential for me, in order to create an emotional contact between me and my partner.
Kissing lets you know you're really there. Really alive.
I miss it today.
harveyspecter 41-45, M 27 Responses 6 Feb 12, 2013