Wicked Coasts welcome Dangerous Tides

I can remember the (2) most important and memorable kisses I’ve shared with someone like they happened only moments ago. Though it’s been years since they took place, and those feelings have yet to be replicated, and I don’t know if they ever will be. They were perfect, in their own respective rights. I can’t forget the women either, despite how much and how hard I try when the pain of remembrance revisits me. I can taste them even, and feel the sensation of their Lips on mine. Both times it was perfect … imprinting those feelings on my soul for me to carry Always.

I’m rarely satisfied now, knowing what it felt like to give myself over to someone so completely. It’s left an infinite echo for me to hear and feel all the time. I can smell the rain on the asphalt that night in front of Squire’s Pub, and her red beret, grapefruit red lipstick, and maroon dress. I left a single pink rose at our table as I went to the restroom, telling the hostess to seat the young Lady. She was Beautiful, as she was every moment I saw her, regardless of what effort she put in. The sheer Power of the kiss as we parted each other pulled me mentally to my knees. Even though I tried, and I continue to try, that was the last woman I Truly Loved. I Never told her though, and now she’s happy with someone else, many many miles away. I don’t think it would change or would have changed anything had I told her anyways, considering we weren’t even an ‘item’. It saddens my Heart whenever I think about it.

This is what I do late at night as I think of how it might have been different had I done something else … had I done something more …

Tagged: Regrets Kiss Love Memories