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“The first time we kiss, a dance twenty years in the making, we are parked in the driveway of your best friend’s house, talking and listening to a CD I made you. You wait an hour to get to The Song, the song which opened the floodgates. The first notes of it bless our ears and we know this is what we have been waiting for, instinct pulling us toward each other, and we move through time and space as if underwater, slowly and deliberately, so that when our mouths finally align our lips run against each other with relief; we are coming up for air.
Once we start, we can’t stop: we will stay here forever locked in this earthy, breathing kiss, tender and alive, gliding and exploring the sweetness of our destiny. Decades later, I will still have moments where I feel as though I am still beholden to the stunning blossoming of that first kiss, that there is a part of me unable and unwilling to depart from the safety of those first moments when my kisses, lost at sea for so many years, would find Ithaca once again. Truly, always, I am coming home for good.”
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