“He kissed me, and for one special moment, my own little life was as big as I could ever want it to be.”
— Aunt Glady, in Home for the Holidays
I’ve been thinking about a boy recently, because I’m going to see him again soon, and if I had my way, I’d just sit in his car and kiss him for hours. I won’t get my way when I see him, but the memory of the night I did sit in his car and kiss him for a few moments is one of my all-time favorites.
No one who knows him believes me when I tell them he’s the best kisser ever, because he’s a bit shy and soft-spoken and impossibly smart and kind of awkward (and impossibly tall, too, by the way, and we all know I dig that) . . . a little like
When I looked for you
I almost passed you by
You were so cool and calm
I thought my friends had lied
But I thought so much reserve
Must make you wild inside
— Tracy Chapman, Smoke and Ashes
But it’s true, and when I asked him, sitting in his car late one night, if I could kiss him, he said yes, and he closed his eyes and leaned in, and I closed my eyes and leaned in, and my fingers lightly touched his cheek . . . I can’t even describe to you how perfect it was, because there really aren’t any words. The best I can do is tell you that it was soft and tender and warm, and that if I had to survive the rest of my life on the memory of that kiss, I could.
I don’t know how we went from that moment in his car, which came at the end of a night of us pretty much talking only to each other despite being surrounded by 25 other people, to his telling me four days later that as good a time as he had that night, he didn’t want to date anyone while he was in school, to a month later when he started dating someone else, but we did. And the thing that bothered me most about it was not that it had turned out to just be me that wasn’t good enough to warrant a distraction from school work, but that the other girl got to be on the receiving end of those kisses and wondering if she knew how special he was.
So I’m interested: what was your best kiss? Was it with your spouse or significant other, or someone from your past? What made it so special? Share what you’re willing to, in the comments.