The Kiss

A few hours ago, I got an unexpected quick kiss on the lips from an ex-boyfriend, Lasa. Yes, I was touched. My hormones were on overdrive having been cast into a dry spell for the past few months and I had half the mind to pull his lips closer and just get lost in the nostalgia.

And forget that he was a notorious player.

Forget the one billion and one rumors that he was dating this girl or about to marry that girl.

Forget that he had never really taken me seriously despite the almost one whole year that we were together.

Forget that we had never really been inlove with each other in the first place.

But I stopped myself. Oh, yes. I missed him, with a need that I felt will erase whatever loneliness I had recently been feeling. God, I missed him, but certainly not enough for me to miss the fact that he was still not ready for what I really wanted from him and that he and I just weren't meant to be together.

So, stop kissing me na, please, or else I might just not be able to stop myself from kissing you back!

Hahaha...