is this a kissing book?

ah, the goose bumps, the chills, the mush... yes, little one, life is a kissing book... at least it should be... and years should not go by without a kiss... decades should not go by without a kiss... and yet, many people experience such kissless times... i could not imagine a kissless life, especially not being one into the physical senses so much... the only thing my mouth enjoys more than food is kissing and sure enough, the universe reminded me the very day i went on about how much i love food and sensory stimuli... did you notice i left out kissing?... oh sure, i mentioned sex comes and goes, but kissing is so much more than sex... kissing is the language of love and love is so much more than sex... and kissing is the way to true love and true love is so much more than love... we choose who we love... we fall into true love... i don't think much about kissing or true love lately because there is still a deep ache of longing for true love in me... i knew it once and felt it once and thought i shared it once (but did i, if it's gone?) and lost it once and it is better to have than to have never, but the ache of longing without it remains even as i keep it out of consciousness...

if you have not recalled the reference in the title you do not know what may be my favorite story and film as well as i do... i hope you know true love though, though i don't think very many people do... it requires the will to place love well ahead of fear and most people i've met place fear well ahead of love, or at least side by side... fear smothers love, blinds the heart, and prevents the fall... that is the saddest thing in this life, to be afraid of the fall... sometimes, especially in the years following the last time, i wonder if i am... or perhaps i am simply not meeting someone who inspires the fall... for most it is the impossible dream and rare is the one who lives that way... i used to... perhaps i still do, just not taking care of myself as well as i used to so it doesn't show... the concept and feeling is buring beneath consciousness most of the time, as i said... sad, knowing and yet not remembering... sadder still, choosing not to remember... but the ache hurts so much... sigh... alas... still it makes me smile...

narf :)