Just a kiss

22 years ago we kissed. It was probably the hottest kissing session I’d ever had. Last night, we kissed again. It was so different, but so much better. You were right, it didn’t feel wrong, even though it would be deemed so. I didn’t think of him, or of her, just your lips softly caressing my lips, my neck. I do not regret it and I do not feel guilty.

I will not let it go farther than that kiss, not until we are both free from those that hold us down and bring us pain. This kiss has cemented my resolve to break free and find my happiness with you. I long for the day.