A Kiss
“If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it.”
There are different kinds of kisses.
The kind your mom gives you on the cheek when you’re half-asleep.
The kind your dad presses onto your forehead before a big day, like he’s saying “I’m proud of you” without needing to say it.
But then there’s the kind that comes from someone you love.
And that changes everything.
What It Feels Like to Kiss Someone You Love
It’s not just about the physical part.
It’s about letting someone close, close enough to feel your breath, close enough to understand your silence.
A kiss like that means trust.
It means you’re letting someone in, letting them see you without the layers.
Not just skin, but emotion. Vulnerability.
You’re okay with them being near.
With their hands on your skin, their lips on yours.
Because it feels safe. Because it feels right.
You’re not trying to say the perfect thing or be the perfect version of yourself.
You’re just there. Real.
One Kiss Can Change Everything
I believe that.
Because the first time we kissed, something shifted.
It wasn’t just about being together. It left a mark. A memory that doesn’t go away.
It made everything real.
It made it feel like we weren’t just “us” anymore, we were something deeper, even if we didn’t have the words for it yet.
Every Kiss Felt Like Home
I’ve only ever kissed one person.
And every single time, it felt like something I’d never want to lose.
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It wasn’t small. It wasn’t casual.
It was everything in that moment.
It felt like I was being seen and held without needing to ask.
The Kiss That Might Have Been the End
Maybe the last kiss was goodbye.
Maybe I should’ve known that.
But I still hold on.
Because when something feels that strong, that full of love, it’s hard to believe it’s really over.
Part of me still lives in that moment.
Still believes it could mean more.
I’d Go to Hell for That Kiss
Yeah, I would.
Not because it was perfect.
Not because it lasted.
But because it mattered.
Because it was real.
Even if it was a risk.
Even if I got burned.
Some things are worth that.
Some Kisses Stay With You
Not all kisses become memories.
But some? They become part of you.
And for me, that one kiss, those kisses, are something I’ll never forget.
Because I’ve only ever kissed one person.
And that was enough to know what love felt like.
