Wishing and Kissing Interlude

I've been daydreaming a lot and it's been a good thing in some respect.

If I had a wish after dealing with a serious illness, I have one.

I would like to get kissed again.  2006 was the last time someone kissed me.  It wasn't done out of sincerity.  It was out of drama.  It was done to make me doubt myself more when I went back home.

There is no such thing as a perfect kiss.  There's a type of a kiss that I would like.  

A sincere kiss.  It would be a moment where it just seems right and it doesn't need to involve violins or swans in a pond.

It could be on a walk.  It could be sitting in a car.  It could happen on a door step.  It almost makes it much nicer to have it happen in an unexpected place.  

It would be a moment where this really deep mutual like and it would be something that would catch me off guard but in a really good way.  The kind that doesn't make want to wipe the smile off my face after that.  

I think of someone.  He's maybe about 6 foot tall, 5'11, not a specific height, a little taller.  Kind of grey hair and messy.  Maybe he wears glasses.  He knows how to catch your attention by his sheer presence.  He's a casual dresser but when he dresses up, I just want to take a big drink of him because I got the butterfly flutters and I can't stop staring at his eyes.  I picture maybe hazel and I'm kind of thinking I either have asthma or he does something that makes me want to catch my breath.

There's this mutual understanding of like and appreciation.  His eyes smile when I talk.  He may sit a little closer because he wants to see me ramble because he's amused and in a really good way.  He's just really awesome.

I just totally want to make out with him.

I just want to have that moment.

How would I get asked out?  It wouldn't be in a place that I would expect.  Could be I'm asking a question in a store and he asks me a question that leads to a conversation.  It could be he's walking past and he stops and sees me standing there.  He just starts talking and I say words that seem to bedazzle him and I can't stop smiling.  I get asked if I can give my phone number.  We exchange phone numbers and I might get a text.  After I remember to type in his number correctly - don't get me started on how I miss a number when I first enter it!  He likes my messages.  He would like my presence and these short interludes of banter turn into in person meetings.  A sit down somewhere the world goes on and our world becomes each other.

So when that kiss happens, it's this unexpected but expected joyful moment.  It might lead to a few more.  Then there might be more moments of conversation.  Of going to places and spending that time together.

I want that kiss.  Not just any kiss.  I want that kiss that comes from a moment of I really like you and there's something about you that makes me want to be around you all the time.

I deserve that wish.  

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