It was not the kiss I wanted, but the kiss I know I deserve.
It was slow. Like we’ve waited for this our whole life, every second shall be savored. Every move of your lips whispering, “it’s okay, no need to rush, I’m not going away.”
It was lovely, magical. Your hand holding my face tenderly while mine rests on your chest, trembling.
You kissed me. Stopped. Kissed me. Stopped. You are teaching my heart to breathe. But I am afraid.
It was the kind of kiss happy for this moment. The kiss not rushing to go where others are eager to explore.
No. It was taking its time. It was savoring all of me, my lips, my spirit, my soul.
It was the kind of kiss I’ve been waiting for.
It was the kind of kiss so wonderful, tears came running down my cheeks.
You stopped and wiped it away. “I’ve waited a long time for you.”, you smiled.
I kissed you as if to say, “I know. I know what you mean.”
I woke up with no one beside me. I tried to get up..
I woke up with my alarm buzzing. No one beside me but a full bloom of hope in my heart.
I will find you.
This time I will never let you go.
Wait for me.