His kisses were the kind that swept you up and held you close.
He kissed me on the forehead - a favorite spot.
It spoke volumes about his tenderness, his gentle love.
He kissed me on the cheek - another favorite spot.
It spoke to the childlike innocence of our relationship, the delight and wonder and happiness that was love.
He kissed me on the lips - and there was something magical in those kisses. They resulted in a loss of balance. Every time.
I treasure them all.
But I think it's cruel that there will never be another kiss between us.
To think about all the kisses we could have shared, would have shared...
It breaks my heart.
Because I loved every single one of his kisses.
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