sigh

Reminder to self: it is ALWAYS a mistake to kiss a good friend. Always. No exception.

His soft kisses still linger at the tip of my tongue, their impression imprinted on my lips. How do I forget the slow and sweet carefulness, his breathe right in front of mine?

My rational side tells me to not dissect and analyze the moment because we are just friends.

My emotional side is completely stirred up.

Hmm.