With terrorism and economic downfall gripping Greece at the moment I think I'll take the example of my blogger friends and escape. It seems that writing about first kisses is quite the fashion...So here's my story:
The picture of that kiss suddenly emerged from the abyss two summers ago to rekindle memories forsaken. Haunting memories represented beautifully by Rodin’s sensual masterpiece, “The Kiss”. Every time I see that statue, I inevitably remember that dark, trembling, momentous kiss that forever sealed my first unconsummated love affair.
The lovers lips in the sculpture show longing but do not actually meet to suggest that they were interrupted and met their demise without their lips ever having truly touched…And like Rodin’s work, the kiss of our platonic love was never meant to blossom as it was rudely interrupted by time, distance and circumstances over 20 years ago.
Now the kiss is over. Dead. It died so young. Perhaps it was virtue itself that killed it. Or censorship!
When I met the master of that masterpiece kiss again - over 20 years later! - his eyes were still exotic like a dark lord and his luscious lips had remained unchanged through the decades. Or maybe that is how he appeared in my eyes (after all, he was the shell that prompted such trembling longing and this in itself means that I will NEVER be able to see him as he really is). I even thought that his soul, ideals and beliefs were still beautiful. Only this time, there was no future to hope for even though for a split second he seemed to be the man I hoped he would become.
Objectively speaking, though, he was nothing much. My love is what made him special. But I guess my love was not strong enough to be duped twice by beautiful words and meaningful glances. Though for a moment it was fun to cast logic aside, to pretend and to remember the kiss with the same innocence in which it had been received. And yes, I admit my weakness, it was flattering to be complimented and told about how unforgettable I am. (Though I bet he says that to all his exes).
Call me cruel, but I consider it satisfying to have this married cad reveal what I missed out on - an unfaithful husband who would have done to me what he is doing to his wife!
Still, it was jolly decent of him to lie about how he often thought of me over the years with fondness, nostalgia and regret. He'd even gone to the trouble of keeping tokens of our affection and he remembered fine details - songs heard, clothes worn, words spoken. But had he really, unequivically, truthfully felt the magic I had then we would still be together making one another's lives miserable. And that is something I can never forgive him for.
How nice though that he remembered me enough to seek me out. Bear in mind that this was before I joined FB when such things required a bit more inventiveness. Since FB though, there has been an epidemic of forgotten exes crawling out of the woodwork (causing me to wonder how I could possibly have had that many!), but he was the first and I now know just how to handle them (with the ignore button - for what could an ex possibly want from a married woman?). This one, however, caught me off guard...After all, there had been a time when he had been idolized back in the days when I could still admire people.
He will never know that I am grateful for the memory of that wondrous kiss that took me to the sky and back! Yes, there had been fireworks! When I see him again in 121 years, I wonder if I’ll still remember THAT kiss. What a pity that some things can only be enjoyed once and never be repeated. What a pity we can't be romantic fools forever...
For other people's first kisses you click HERE or HERE...