I don't know how many remember their first kiss but I certianly do remember mine. At times, when I am left alone with my thoughts for to long, I realize that I have depths within me that even I do not want to think about and explore. I see so much beauty in the world that sometimes I am overwhelemed and all I can do is cry. My first kiss was and always will be a magical moment. I think so, because it was so inncoent, and it was always very reassuring that I was finally on the right path. Perhaps it was also because he was beautiful. When I say beautiful, I mean more than looks of course. Even today he is smart, respectful, talented, caring, and just all around a wonderful person.
I can't help but think there must have been something special about him. I have not felt the magic since that kiss, even when having sex with someone i think I love. - that is a whole other subject.
All I can say is that it was amazing, and I think the next time I feel that spark, I will try to hold on harder to him. Of course at the time I wasn't drinking or on any other intoxicants. Perhaps they dampen everything and so there can be no spark. I wouldn't doubt that several people consistenly get fucked up to avoid the spark. To avoid any real human emotion that may attach themselves to someone else. Well shit, they should just pass their sparks along to me then. =P
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