True love's first kiss. The stuff of fairytales. I would have never believe that it is such a powerful force, and would have said it is only stuff of make believes.
But I know now it is for real. Very much real. Like the Moon and the Sun is real kind of real. The potency, the lingering effect, and the promise it holds for the future hits you so hard on your psyche, that you begin to believe that it can break anything, evil curses included. Sometimes it hits you so hard it is harder to recover from them.
I can't tell you how it feels like; any comparison would be meaningless. I can't explain to you how the first rain on a virgin desert is like or how the breath you take after 'True love's first kiss' feels exactly like the first breath of a newborn child: uncomfortable but necessary.
And no, this is not a sudden realization on my part. I have come to know about it from practice: sometimes, it takes multiple 'True love's first kiss' to make you fully realise how truly potent they are. They are like x-rays. You don't know their effect on you unless you have been exposed to it multiple times. Both of them can be cancerous, though the act was for a noble cause.
How foolish and weak humans are, to be affected so much by such small and simple things. To be always haunted by "True love's first kiss" each waking and dreaming moments, to be always filled with the memory of that feeling of soft skin pressed onto another, and to have sparks in our heads whenever the scene replays in our mind each time...
Love dies. But the memory of that 'True love's first kiss' lingers on. And if tilt your head towards the first rain of the year, and when the rain drops touch your lips, it feels almost like 'True love's first kiss'.
But I know now it is for real. Very much real. Like the Moon and the Sun is real kind of real. The potency, the lingering effect, and the promise it holds for the future hits you so hard on your psyche, that you begin to believe that it can break anything, evil curses included. Sometimes it hits you so hard it is harder to recover from them.
I can't tell you how it feels like; any comparison would be meaningless. I can't explain to you how the first rain on a virgin desert is like or how the breath you take after 'True love's first kiss' feels exactly like the first breath of a newborn child: uncomfortable but necessary.
And no, this is not a sudden realization on my part. I have come to know about it from practice: sometimes, it takes multiple 'True love's first kiss' to make you fully realise how truly potent they are. They are like x-rays. You don't know their effect on you unless you have been exposed to it multiple times. Both of them can be cancerous, though the act was for a noble cause.
How foolish and weak humans are, to be affected so much by such small and simple things. To be always haunted by "True love's first kiss" each waking and dreaming moments, to be always filled with the memory of that feeling of soft skin pressed onto another, and to have sparks in our heads whenever the scene replays in our mind each time...
Love dies. But the memory of that 'True love's first kiss' lingers on. And if tilt your head towards the first rain of the year, and when the rain drops touch your lips, it feels almost like 'True love's first kiss'.
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