A Kiss
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Love's effect on us is, funnily enough, comparable to the effect that a kiss has on one's lips. Before our lips are kissed, they are content enough. They are happy to admire, from afar, the gentle upwards curves that grace other faces.

A Kiss

Love's effect on us is, funnily enough, comparable to the effect that a kiss has on one's lips. Before our lips are kissed, they are content enough.

They are happy to admire, from afar, the gentle upwards curves that grace other faces.

Perhaps, from time to time, they grow curious, they desire to experience the warmth that promises to elate them.

In the time being, though, the sensation of a cool breeze, the embrace of a friend's cheek, the sting of spicy food...

these things bring such wonder that the crave for a kiss is lost in their subconsciousness.

One day though, the lips of another, dancing as they promise the world, appear more beautiful than all else. On this day, the gentle desire turns to longing.

It isn't until another grows closer, barely inches way, that our lips realise they had been holding their breath in wait. Lips touch lips and their world changes, just like that, in an instant.

They feel a warmth, a softness they had never felt before. In the aftermath, they are plumper, a sweeter shade of pink, and the elation spoken of is finally experienced.

The elation, though, is short-lived. After this kiss, a cool breeze, the embrace of a friend's cheek, the sting of spicy food... these things fail to compare.

The kiss is to have but not to hold, it is fleeting, and it is this that leaves them in want of more. The lips crave to feel that soft warmth again, and life has become mundane in comparison.

Love is just the same. It is just as wonderful, just as destructive as a kiss. It promises to give you the world through the person in front of you.

The promise lies in their eyes, in the gentle upwards curves of their lips as they form the sweetest words.

Once that promise has been made, you hold onto it with all you have, you take every opportunity to believe it.

You miss it when it isn't in front of you, and you seek its company daily, afraid that the promise will fade with neglected time.

If you are absent from it for too long, the gentle upwards curves of your own face begin to falter.

Once you have been kissed by love, promised the exhilaration that accompanies it, you cannot live without it. You cannot live as freely as you did before, anyway.

The desire has been sparked and it cannot be extinguished, even if the kiss is rough and leaves your lips bloodied, even if the promise is broken.

You will search for that feeling always, addicted and in denial. We hate to be vulnerable, to be reliant on something so often shown to be unreliable.

We imagine ourselves to be indifferent, unassailable, yet we are not, and the kiss threatens to expose us to ourselves.

We catch ourselves lost in thought, wasting time, mumbling sweet words with limbs aching to hold and be held. It is illogical, impractical and impulsive.

Perhaps, so to, is the act of a kiss? The act appears to achieve very little, in the scheme of things. It is more than achievement after all, more than the rational pursuit for prosperity.

It is impulsive yes; it is driven by a desire that disregards reason. Perhaps that is what renders the concept of love so beautiful.

It is the longing for human closeness, for the promise to be true, for the warmth to stay forever. It is beyond logic, it is a belief that manifests and threatens our happiness.

It is ambiguous in nature, sweet and terrifying, comforting and dangerous. Perhaps that is what makes love so beautiful.

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