I do. Soft, tender, sweeter than anything earth-ish, which left an unforgettable taste of a Philippino island.
Then there was another first kiss: blissful, full of gentleness and giving promises of forever young under a Southern sunshine.
Then there was another first kiss: shy, gently asking if ok to go forward, paving the way for an unbelievable make up sex in the midst of a marriage rebirth.
Some of us grow up with the stereotype that there is ‚only one first time’, incomparable unforgettable ‚the one and only’. I find it to be such a limiting perspective… My first stereotyped kind of kiss was a disaster I still laugh about.
Each of them gets that award – The One and Only.
I have a strong inner feeling other Firsts will follow, anew, to renew my commitment to love and life.
Do you remember your first kisses?…