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They say always look past the intention behind the action, that kisses, like roses, have meanings too.
The quick peck on the forehead – was this simply “goodbye” or “see you later”?
That “steamy-make-out” kind of kiss – was that “I want you”, “I need you” or “please don’t go”?
The one on the cheek, delicate enough to be from a good friend, close enough to your lips, like the one to bid your lover farewell.
Kisses aren’t just about lips meeting. With one action you share with the other person trillion words per second. The endless ‘I love you’s, ‘I am yours’s, ‘don’t ever leave me’s.
That what was like, kissing Conrad Fisher. The limitless reassurances of completing the endless dreams we wished to share together. Small townhouse with a bird fountain in autumn, chocolate-smelling pantry in the winter, sitting room full of spring sunshine.
And summers, full of endless laughs, water fights and love.
Life, in general.
Sometimes full of drama, sometimes peaceful and quiet. Yet, I would not change it for another.
Because at the end of the day, it’s intensions that matter. The meaning behind each kiss.
Because the greatest loves of our times are not over, they just need time and space to grow.