A first kiss,
But it was unlike the ones before.
No spark, as some would say..
But it felt different, Like it actually mattered.
Others say that when you kiss your true love,
Sparks will fly and you'll feel like you're in Heaven...
Maybe it's not sparks..
Maybe it's just.... a kiss.
They say you'll go mad from missing your significant other,
And I can't lie and say I don't.
But it's not like the ones before...
I miss him, but not crazily to where I think I'm
Dreaming of a fake person I thought I loved dearly.
Maybe it's not going insane because you miss them so much,
Maybe it's just because you finally realize..You don't know what to do without them..
They're not just another soon to be dead end love interest,
They actually matter.
So when you smile as you see them,
It's not like the ones before..
This time you want to know them, you want to love them,
And be theirs forever, and for them to be yours forever..
This time.. I'm actually afraid to lose him.
This time... I really do miss him.
This time.. I don't want to mess up.
This time it's for real.
All the differences between the pasts,
Make me realize,
Maybe it's the difference of what fairytales tell you..
Maybe that's only where it's suppose to happen.
Maybe the love you're looking for, is the love without sparks.
The love without false feelings or thoughts.
Maybe it's not the sparks that tell you you've finally found the one.
Maybe the sparks whispher to you that they're not right...
A first kiss,