#divinewintermoon

If we ever kissed, it would go like this: I would first look down to you, take pleasure in the violetness that are your eyes, let myself get enthralled by them to the point I forget all worlds. Then I would need to remove that rebellious lock of hair that always covers the upper half of your face. It does not cover your beauty, however, for the urge to kiss you would not fade because of it. That is why I would only remove it in order to clear the space between us. But that is not all. You're much smaller than me. I would need to crouch or sit on a chair. Although that is too impractical, because if we ever kissed, it would be at an ice rink; and I would find uncomfortable to crouch on a slippery surface, and completely unncessary to be carrying a chair in case we feel like it is the right moment to kiss. Therefore, if we ever kissed, I would wrap my arms around your tiny waist, lift you up ever so slightly until bending my head downwards was enough for my lips to easily reach yours. I know that you do not like to be lifted because it makes evident your lack of weight and, consequently, your smallness. I would not care. And I would make you not care as well. Idiot. Because before you can start complaining, I would draw your attention to what only would matter at the time. There is when you would realize my intention and your lips would race to capture mine that approach yours. Our mouths would likely remain connected for twenty seconds because then I would start to need air, probably out of embarrassment. If we ever kissed, it would be at dusk, right before we need to part once again. But worry not, because if we kissed that day, our hearts would struggle for a soon reencounter. If we ever kissed, it would go like this: you would supply the light, I would supply the flame.