Dear Old Friend, 
I rolled over and thought of you this morning. I tried to remember what made you lovable, it was the kiss. A kiss I was eager for because it was simple yet exciting, short but always thrived on my lips for days at a time. Leaving me love struck in a daze questioning where the time went while I had my mind on having my lips on you. Does that make me lonely? Me dreaming of kissing you? Because I don't want the person the lips are attached to. Just a kiss because that won't hurt us anymore. Diverging paths so a kiss will ease the pain of separating our hands.