"I can't remember our first kiss. Was this really all it was?"-A Softer World
Whenever you read about kissing it's described as being so flawless. There's talk of igniting sparks and getting butterflies. Of warmth and softness and a pleasure so intense you see stars. When Zexion kissed Demyx there's none of that. It's nice. Pleasant. Nothing like the fantasy notion cheap romance novels try to give you. It doesn't amount to anything.
Several years later and I can't even remember where we were, let alone how it felt. I don't know what I'm expecting when I kiss Myde-maybe that since we have hearts now, I'll feel something. Maybe I still want those sparks. Or maybe I just want to remember.
It's only somewhat pleasant. Forgettable. I think this must have been what it was back then too, but I don't know. He's lingering close, eyes half-closed, breath on my lips. I'm staring into his eyes and I want it to be something. All it is is inice/i.
"I can't remember our first kiss." I admit softly, "Was this really all it was?"