I Kiss Him Every Now and Again

A Story by Scarlet Love

I kiss him every now and again, just as a good girl friend should. I’d peck him on the cheek or lips now and then, but every so often, I would kiss him and it would dawn on me just how perfect his kisses were. When his soft, pink, pierced lips touched themselves to mine, it seemed that the stars aligned themselves, and it was beautiful enough to bring me to tears, although at that moment, I am much to dazzled to cry. Sometimes it amazes me how perfect he is; everything about him is just so perfect. Where other people see flaw I see perfection, only in him. This boy who all at once can sweep me ten billion feet into the air while at the same time pushing me the inch I need to be sent gracefully over the cliff of existence. But it is not by his hand, it is mine, but it is everything about him that decides the push for me. When I look into his deep, majestic, lonely, crimson brown eyes, existence seems a small price to pay for even a millisecond of quiet in his arms. I cannot describe to you the love I feel when engulfed by his seemingly enormous arms, a protective castle in my eyes. The protection of gods and goddesses and faith and hope and love all seep from the walls of my castle, my warm, loveable, adoring, caring, compassionate, and most of all loving, lover who is always there at my side, protecting me. And to make sure he knows that I’d be nothing without him, I kiss him, every now and again.