…or at least until you wake up one morning and notice an itching rash on your top lip. EWE.. sorry didn’t mean to take it there… but seriously, I’ve been thinking more about what I wrote yesterday and I have some stuff to add (shut up B :).... ) … where was I though??? Hmm, oh yeah…So KISSING and its drug-like effect:

that drug like effect can be enough to cure bad days,
leave you dreaming while your awake, walking around in a haze,
make you forget about “what you SHOULD have learned” from the laaaast time,
repeat mistakes you PROMISED yourself you would NEVER make again,
lead to bad break-ups and fuck ups,
the beginning to great hook-ups,
or maybe even be the first step to the “reeeaal thing.”
THIS person, mwuah, this person is mine, MY LOVE I pronounce, I dare to announce, to the WORLD… This is my life partner, my girlfriend, mistress, fling OR flavor of the week, whatever it may be, we are together NOW for the whole world to see.

A kiss which seems so miniscule in value has sooo much effect it’s crazy.

Story time:

My "friend" and her good-for-nothing boyfriend were having “relationship troubles” but they had been together too long and she had put in too much effort into the relationship that breaking up would inevitably seem like failing. Failing had a certain stench to it and she was DETERMINED to do anything it took before she let it stick to her. BUT...It seemed like the more she wanted the relationship to work, the more he would pull away. Push, pull… pull, push. She was at her wits end, crying all the time, eating ice cream by the carton, checking her phone for reception over and over knowing damn well that HE wasn’t calling and her phone’s reception was just fine, hitting the refresh button on her email, listening to sappy ballads on repeat, watching The Notebook over and over and locking herself in her room. She FINALLY, all cried out and exhausted, decided, THIS WAS IT! No more! It was OVER! She was an independent, intelligent, funny and not to mention a HOT 21 year old with a lot to offer and if HE didn’t appreciate it then it was HIS loss and she would find someone who WOULD. She went out clubbing with her girls determined to flirt, dance, drink and get her groove back. She was wearing a mini-skirt, heels, make-up looking flawless and a brand new shirt that read: “SINGLE and ready to MINGLE.” She was dancing and her feet had started to hurt so she sat down at a table to take a break… who else walks in BUT her EX-boyfriend… that good for nothing loser, he was surely going to eat his words now, look at her, she looked AMAZING…he would walk up to her and she would say: “To tha left, to the left” and with a flick of her hair she would turn and walk away switching her hips as she left so he could get a gooooood look of what he was MISSING! What in fact happens? He comes up with her favorite drink, and without a single apology, kisses her on the forehead, and says “you look beautiful” then he tilts her chin up and kisses her again…. And THAT’S ALL FOLKS! She is back in love. Juuuuust like that her entire rehearsed RANT is out the window, her week of crying, seclusion and cursing him is forgotten and she feels silly for wearing that DAMNED shirt.

Moral of the story: NEVER under estimate the power of a kiss.

It’s CRAZY, SON!