A Chat with Love

“Hey Love, is that you? How have you been?
Me? Oh, I’ve been around, you know, just chillin’.
It’s really good to see you, do you have time for a chat?
Really? That’s great! We have so much to discuss in fact.”

“What have I been up to? Oh, not much really.
I spend some time with Stress these days, and you know how that can be.
Heartbreak seems to come around a lot more than I want her to.
In fact the last time I saw her I mistook her for you.”

“Loneliness drops by at least once a day,
I try not to listen to anything he has to say.
And Life is still a bitch! No lie.
You know the only way to get away from her is to die.”

“Enough about me Love it’s your turn, what’s good?
You don’t seem to come around as often as you should.
I’ve been trying to get a hold of you now for some time,
But even when you weren’t around I’d just think of you and smile.”

“Quite a bit of people have been trying to reach you Love,
Although all they seem to find are just imitations of.
I even have a friend that doesn’t believe you exist.
She feels that you’re imagined, a dream, fantasy or myth.”

“She thinks she may have glimpsed you once,
But it was Heartache in disguise,
I could feel her pain from miles away,
I could see it in her eyes.”

“You really need to meet her Love,
She’ll be hesitant at first, a little.
We can have a menage-a-trios,
With you right in the middle.”

“Actually Love, please stick around,
And stay as long as you like.
Point in fact, we wouldn’t mind,
If you stayed for the rest of our lives.”

@TheKrayze1

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A Kiss to Remember

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. ~Ingrid Bergman


Do you remember your first kiss? I do. For as long as I live I’ll never forget the first time I kissed her. Christal Alexander. The first woman I ever loved.

I was probably 12 or 13 at the time and she was my first official girlfriend. We’d been dating for a few weeks but had never done anything more than hug or hold hands. I was a very awkward boy at the time and since that was my first experience with a girl I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself. School was out for the summer and VBS (Vacation Bible School) was in session. That Friday’s “class” was coming to a close so we ran off to the upstairs balcony of the church to get some privacy before we had to part ways. I don’t remember what we talked about, probably because everything that happened that day was eclipsed by the events that were about to transpire. It came time for us to leave (I suspected my mother was looking for me), and I started down the step. She held on to my hand so I couldn’t take a step further. I turned and looked into her eyes waiting for her to say something but she never did. Instead she pulled me back so that I was on the step just below hers, which brought us to eye level. She released my hand and gently put her arms around my neck and in response I wrapped my arms around her waist. She smiled and slowly moved her face closer to mine. On instinct I did the same. Those seconds that passed, while our lips were coming closer to each other, felt like an eternity. My palms were sweaty and my heart was going a million miles a minute.

In the moment our lips touched, an entirely new world opened up to me. My senses came alive like never before. Time crawled to a stop, or rather we were frozen in that moment while everything else whizzed on around us. My entire body tingled; it was like electricity was surging through it and the only thing keeping me grounded was the fact that her lips were connected to mine. She tasted sweet, like nothing I’d ever had the pleasure of sampling before. It was the most freeing feeling in the world. It felt like I’d become weightless and was floating on a cloud.

And then just like that, the moment (well that particular moment anyway) was over. We parted and went about our separate ways until we would see each other again. For the rest of the day that kiss was all I could think about. I remember getting home and collapsing on my bed and replaying the event in my head, and every time I did this euphoric feeling would just wash over me. I’d get goosebumps (why are they called goosebumps anyway?), float away to cloud nine and I’d be nothing but smiles. In the days following, I’d replay the memory just for the sensation like I was some psychological drug addict. Even thinking about it now, I can still grasp a bit of that feeling from so long ago.

What was your first kiss like?

@TheKrayze1