I see people kissing sometimes, I see people kissing many times, I see people kissing all the time. Here is something that I really shouldn't talk or think about too often, and yet here I am. Sorry for living in the 20th century or something, but isn't a kiss something to be cherished? Relished? And yet these people are kissing all the time, all over the place. When I kiss, it will be special, and it will mean something. When you kiss 20 different people, what does that say about you? It's just something you do. A first kiss means almost nothing. It is just a happenstance. Where has the romance gone out of life? When you kiss, what do you say? You're just another one that I happen to like? Or you are the only one of my life? I just don't get it sometimes.
~another musing of the ill-informed~
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