Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Dear: The Last Person I Kissed

I hate that I can barely remember our last kiss.
You're always kissing me.

Which is great because I'm big on kissing.

I'm so big on kissing that I delete numbers over being a bad kisser.

Usually my first kisses are Epic. I always remember the first kiss because I put effort into making them memorable and Holy... but I won't describe our first kiss. Some things are too sacred for blogspot.

I wish I could write a letter to all the best kissers.
That would be nice.

Also, if someone wanted to teach a kissing class, I would donate to them.
That's how real this shit is to me.

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