Forehead Kisses

I saw my boyfriend for the first time in a longtime last night. It's been a seven days since we last saw one another, and despite being with my family, he asked if he could come over and see me. I went outside to greet him, and I suddenly found myself breathlessly whispering his name as I ran toward him and embraced him, barely giving him time to fully come up the stairs.

We spent our time sitting out on my father's porch, looking at the trees against the night sky, and the moon peeking out at us through the clouds that passed by. It was a little cool, and he draped his hoodie over me before wrapping his arm around me in a protective embrace. I was engulfed by his scent, and I could be more content to have seen him.

We just talked as we hugged and locked our hands. We then moved to the porch wing, and I tucked my feet in as he planted his feet in the ground and rocked us back and forth. We talked some more.

My siblings were ready to leave, but I didn't want to go yet. "I can take you him," he gently offered as I reassured my siblings that they could go on ahead. I was thankful to share his company for a moment longer.

Soon, too soon, it was time to leave. He drove and played a few of our favorite CocoRosie and Uncluded tracks. We spoke some more, but we mostly listened. We both savored the moment. He arrived at my house, and he smiled into my eyes. I smiled back. He leaned over, he pressed his lips into my forehead and let them linger for a bit before kissing me. I could hear myself letting out a him as I closed my eyes, allowing for all of my senses to preserve this moment and the feelings in my memory. He let out a little laugh, no doubt at the enjoyment I seemed to take from it all. He leaned in, and kissed my forehead again. My breath shook as I exhaled. For the third time, he leaned in, closing my eyes, I thought I was in for another kiss, but his arm reached around me, and the click from the car door opening burst the bubble surrounding us and covered us with the confetti of reality.

I said something to him. I can't remember what. Perhaps I was thanking him for the night, I always thank him for the time he spends with me as though being his girlfriend doesn't entitle me to that attention. Heh. I don't think so, and I know nothing is permanent, tomorrow is not promised. He closed his eyes gently as he nodded at me, then he reached over and helped me close the door.

People are dying every day, I'm not perfect, and there is much work to be done with my father, much for me to forgive and much for me to ask for forgiveness. I am lucky in love - I did nothing to deserve him, but it is my duty to, as unromantic as it sounds - not screw this up!

Anyway, I guess this is my attempt at a PA to say: Love while you can. Forget games, rules, & expectations. Just love all you can. While you can love, and while they are alive to be loved. Give forehead kisses. â¤ï

I don't like to kiss women on the forehead It always taste/smell weird. Like a mix of keratin and hair products.

Forehead kisses are definitely a favorite of mine to give out.

They convey a tender moment of intimacy without grossing everyone else out.

Thanks, Lilly! He sounds amazing Š„

Lily your boyfriend and you are too cute