with a kiss.

It started with a kiss.

One day, after so many kisses, I am talking about celebrations, 
how I have a sad habit of missing my own. 
Serkan says even a kiss can be a celebration. 
He always says the right thing. 
My feet touch the ground again, my heart breathes in. 
I have never known anyone so kind, so honest, so patient or so loving. 

Sometimes I may forget to say: You are my light. 

...sealed with a kiss.

2 comments:

Claire Kiefer said...

so happy for you . . . and how badly I want that kind of love!

Heather said...

you will know such love, dear claire! i miss you and our girl time!!!!

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