I really really liked him.
I was kind of afraid that, if the kiss was bad, it would spoil it.
It was date after date and I could feel that impending energy...."Ahh....he's going to try and kiss me again!" and somehow, some way, I'd figure a way out of it. ;-) Little did I know that my avoidance of the inevitable kiss only made him try harder.
As the years have gone by, I've enjoyed the simple meaning of a kiss and how it expresses such care. I love when I give my mom a hug and kiss on her cheek - a special bond only she and I share. I love when I see my husband kiss my Grandma upon greeting her. I've enjoyed each and every kiss with my little lover, Jude. While he tries to act all 'too cool for school' - he is a tender child with more love to give than I even realize. Most recently, I've been amused at my little 11 month old, Leland and his attempts to kiss. Most of those involve a wide open mouth, a great glob of slobber and a big ole smile afterward.
Don't take those little kisses for granted. They are magical.