Love! Love, love, love, love. You want to be in love.
That's right. You want to feel that first kiss again.
Because that's the only real kiss in a relationship, is the first kiss.
All the rest of the kisses are just protocol.
Every other kiss is protocol. Just routine.
"Hey, you was gone, you back."
"Hey, we're having sex."
"Hey, I miss you."
The first kiss is the only real one.
I practically had to force myself on Tom, the first time we kissed. I went more than half way, and still he demured. I'd spent the entire evening giving him every come hither signal I could think of...incidental touching; sitting thigh to thigh; ignoring every other guy at the party; joining him out on the patio when he went for a smoke. And even as I closed in on his lips, he stood wooden. I had to do everything!
He told me much later that I'd been drinking, and he didn't think I would've wanted him if I'd been sober. Oh please!