I opened my eyes.

How perfect a night. The moon reflected on the fountain beside us, and we sat there, quietly, happily, enjoying the moment and the night. I noted the small gusts that tousled my hair around my head with its puffing God- breaths. Soon I couldn't see him in front of me anymore, until he shyly parted the hair now covering my eyes.

We aren't kissing. I didn't believe in kissing.

We held infinity in the palms of our hands, aided the wind with gentle breaths, and soothed passion with delicate, curious, nearly hesitant lips that pressed too hard and feathered so lightly you wouldn't know they were there. It made me want to pull away and pulled me in, desperately groping for another taste.

If kissing exists, then that was it. A kiss is NOT a "peck on the cheek" or a "tender, gentle moment." A kiss is a moment in time when two people are one and apart, afraid and courageous, and balance each other more perfectly even than yin and yang.

I opened my eyes. I couldn't help it.

Why did I do that?

It was like our thought pattern broke, as if our connection broke. He gazed at me, and I wondered if I was only beginning to understand the depths of his character. Who was he?

Who was I?

I didn't want to think of these things. All I knew was that I wanted that moment back. I wanted HIM back, as a part of myself. I wanted MYSELF back. I wanted ALL of me in one heart, instead of in a thousand pieces shattered on the floor, or two halves hopelessly separated.

I closed my eyes and leaned forward slightly. Maybe he'll kiss me again...

I felt his hands rest on my shoulders, lightly at first, and I got excited that he would comply. They weighed heavier and heavier, until suddenly they were gone.

He had stood up, and his glasses were back on. "We can't do this." I blushed. "You know we can't."

"You're insane." I smiled, a strange mixture of shyness, curiosity, and desperation.

He scowled at me, but I smiled back. No reason to be sad. I had been flying only eternal moments before. "You know this is wrong."

"W-what?"

"We can't do this anymore. You.. I... we..."

"Shut up." I jumped, grabbed him and forced my lips upon his, yearning for a drink from his mouth, wanting - no, needing - more.

It wasn't like before. He was taken aback and momentarily he fell back into place, found all the right curves and touched all the right spots. Then he pulled away again, and I lost him even worse than I had before. This time, I felt time pass. Time does not pass when you kiss. On the contrary, time freezes and you are still for all eternity.

Time passed.

"I have to go."

"What? What are you talking about? Where are you-" he pressed his hand lightly over my lips, and a brief memory of a hot sensation flickered across my heart and lips. He smiled at me.

"Don't worry."

He was gone. I touched my lips, and cried silently. I knew beyond shadow of a doubt that I would never be kissed again.