Cheating on your memory

Someone kissed me tonight. I expected it to feel the way it used to after a few too many beers. Familiar, but distant, and just warm enough to get me by.

But I was wrong.

It was ice cold regret hitting the pit of my stomach, burning my lips and making me sick as I cried so hard I threw up every bit of poison that found its way into me.

It was cold, unforgiving, and wrong.

How was I to know?

I fell in love with you so quickly, and every kiss and touch was so perfect. Your lips were made for mine, your fingers designed to interlock and guide me home when I take a wrong turn.

I know things now.

I know I love you.

I know I've loved you since the moment your eyes and lips met mine,

I know how home is supposed to feel, and I know how to work through the toughest, darkest nights imaginable.

You've always been the man I knew I'd love.

I just hope I get more time.

Just one kiss, is all I need.