Change of Kiss

The first kiss was better than our last.

It was more reserved, cautious and kind of desperate. I was trembling when your face got closer to mine, knowing that we were both new at this. (And that it would probably suck.) But you, you didn't flinch for a second. At a steady pace, your lips approached mine.

We were quite a couple, really. You were tall, elegant, slender and a bit snobby (in the best way, honestly). I was shorter, slightly clumsy and not so slim. But as you always said: 'One of us needs to have some curves, it might as well be you'.

You always did know how to calm me down.

Just like our first kiss. Once our mouths were touching, all the tension that was building up earlier seemed to have disappeared. It was almost magical. Almost. That was, until you decided to grope a bit here and there, wriggling your hips in the way you knew I always liked.

It was silly, to be quite honest.

I loved your kisses because I loved your lips. And I adored your lips for the kisses they'd bring. Soft, humid, full of passion, you were some kind of dream. An angel, with grey wings maybe, softly sweeping me off my feet, pulling me away with you.

And then, because life is mysterious like this, you decided to leave.

Someone as majestic and high maintenance as you couldn't stay with someone so down to earth like me. At least not forever. Somehow, I was expecting that day. A bright morning when you'd decide it's time for us to part ways. I could see it in your eyes.

A sparkle in your eyes told me it was time for you to be free.

So, off you went, into a bigger, fast-paced city that never slept. Away from the innocent, normal people like me. Though, I knew you weren't meant to be there, I didn't stop you. Maybe I should have. (But knowing you so well, I guessed that you'd ignore me.)

A few years passed, you finally came back to me. Or so I thought.

Your elegance and chic qualities had faded. You were nothing but a fake image with no inner core. My love had lost their character, their mind, anything that differentiated them from all those other rich people.

You wanted a kiss right away.

It was a bruising one. By the time I realized we were kissing, my shirt was already torn, my lips were swollen and I was short of breath. Where had our first kiss gone? Where was the tenderness we had not so long ago? I despised that city for all it turned you into.

And I still do.