"A Kiss", from 1994

This is a little piece I wrote when I was 14. I don't think I had kissed anyone yet...well, after reading it and then remembering the horrible tongue stabbing that was my first kiss, I am certain this was pre-kissed Heather writing. How precious was I with my romantic notions?

A kiss. A kiss. One touch. Such a small word for something so magnificent. It's like fireworks. The sky lights up with a glowing, brilliant red when two people kiss. Kiss. I could say the word all night. It's the sweetest, most tender thing on earth. Yet, while sweet and tender, it can be passionate* and powerful. A kiss. One kiss. It tells you so much about a person. In a kiss you know exactly how they feel about you. A kiss is the best gift you could receive. Everyone, everybody NEEDS a kiss. One magic moment in time when the world stops for you, you alone. Everything pauses, freezes so that you feel the magic and love. You feel as if you're on top of the world, the universe, and the joy it brings will never end, never. Even when the kiss ends, the feelings stay - forever. You'll always remember the glory of that kiss. That one kiss.

*The paper actually says "compassionate"...but I know I meant "passionate"...so 28 year old Heather adjusted 14 year old Heather's mistake.