First Kiss

A first kiss with magic dust sprinkled on top.

Or was it the first?

Maybe in this existence, this time and space, this human experience, this was the first, but in many other lifetimes it had already happened.

Maybe when our souls met somewhere before now but we just don’t remember.

It tingled like the first, but had something familiar about it, like a connection, a comfort and safety known before.

Brought together in a twist of life’s intricate web woven, crossing paths at exactly this moment in time.

To have this first kiss yet again, to experience it yet again, to keep in time until the next first, is to live in each moment anew.

Exactly like first kisses are intended to be.


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