Short rant.... kissing

Kissing you wasn't fireworks, it wasn't standing in cold water or being all alone in the world, kissing you was kissing you. It was you not knowing what to do with your hands and me having one on your jaw and one tangled in your hair, kissing you was closing my eyes and being uncomfortable with how we were laying down and then pulling my arm around your waist and then under your shirt to rest on the small of your back, kissing you was you sitting on my lap and me with both my arms wrapped around you and feeling awkward when your mom walked in and even awkwarder when your sister followed. Kissing you was sticking my tongue down your throat like it was a competition, kissing you was messy and beautiful and I loved it and I would do anything to kiss you again, kissing you was the best kissing I ever did, I miss your lips more than I miss getting enough sleep at night or being happy. I've kissed a lot of people and I'll probably kiss a lot more, but I think the kisses we had will always be my favorite kisses, I wish every day that I kissed you right when you walked in rather than wait two hours on our first date to make a move.