Kiss Like Real People Do
The other day my 14 year old niece told me that love was like the rings around Saturn and like a warm blanket in December. And then I said it was like broccoli and peas for breakfast… and like dirty gym socks and the first day of autumn. And we both laughed and our hearts danced in the basement as I told her about my best love.
And I think we’re both right. Love is beautiful and smelly. It’s warm and it’s messy and it’s like igniting a fireplace at the beginning of winter, when snow falls on rooftops and on the grassy patches between houses.
But my best love is no longer my love. No longer mine to hold or ignore. No longer mine to bring coffee to on the dawn of the morning.
And today…today is a very sad day…..
Simeon Noel Good