Realizing the Wrong

It amazes me how something so innocent can be completely wrong. Something such as a kiss.

Before hand, everything feels wonderfully good. There's flirting, teasing, and convincing talk - when all of a sudden the moment you were waiting for happens: the kiss.

An amazing kiss. One love sick soul is romantically pushed against the wall and two pairs of lips become intertwined. The moment is heated. It happens so slowly yet in the blink of an eye - because before you know it, it's over.

All the build up for what was thought to be an innocent kiss - when really, the innocence was taken away the moment lips touched. It wasn't worth it. Although one day it might be, this day it was not and for that, feelings of regret are what's left.

After all, it was only "just a kiss." But wait, it was never "just a kiss." In the same way "something" was never "just something" but a thing of importance - a thing to be valued.

If your heart tells you no, don't convince it otherwise. It simply isn't worth it.

Confused? Maybe. But that's a look into this madness that is my mind. I like to say everything makes sense in my head. It's just hard to get all the right words out.

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