It feels like I haven't kissed anyone for a long time. In reality, it's less than a month ago. I once went over three years without having a single kiss and I missed it - of course I did - but nevertheless, it was fine. I last kissed clhg eighteen days ago and it seems like forever. I guess you don't really know what you've got until it's gone, and other Joni Mitchell-type adages.
What made me dream of kisses? No idea. There were lots of kisses going on on Friday - some of them appropriate. I've been reading a teen romance novel this week, and that doesn't go any further than kissing. I've suddenly read a lot of poetry and fiction that involves kisses. This week's episode of Glee ended with a kiss. And yesterday I found out the game Catherine is coming out in the UK, and although I'm mostly attracted to it by its
I mean, I'll be alone on Valentine's (again) this year. I have a job interview on the day itself. Fantastic.
Still, I can take comfort in one thing. When I do get to kiss, it will be very sweet indeed.