See there''s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It''s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.
If a kiss was just a kiss, then why would you love that feeling you get when you can''t believe he took your breath away? If a heart was just a heart, then why do we express our love? If he was just a guy, then why does he take your breath away while saying he loves you?
I still remember the first time we kissed ... I mean really kissed. It was amazing and wonderful and my knees went weak and I felt like I couldn''t breathe. And now, when he really kisses me ... I still feel the same way.
I remember when you kissed me, I remember how it felt. And I remember our Disney kisses ... the little ones on the lips that look so innocent, but then I remember our last kiss, and everything I miss. Nothing lasts forever ... not even the best things.
A kiss is like a book, it can tell you a thousand words, but in order to under stand the true meaning of it you have to be willing to read between the lines.