There’s been a lot of internet chatter about this video of “strangers” kissing. It’s sparked some conversation – about first kisses, the remarkable beauty of the strangers, and about being manipulated, yet again, by a clever marketing strategy. I haven’t watched the video yet and don’t know if I ever will. I can be resistant, at times, to things which go viral. I’m really not much of a follower. But I do like kissing.
I started thinking about what makes a great kiss…
Is it the anticipation finally being realized? His hand perhaps cupping your chin or tangled in your hair? Maybe it’s finding the perfect balance between lips and tongue – not too soft, not too firm, and not too wet.
When I reflect on what I believe to have been the most meaningful kiss of my life, what made it an absolute standout in my (somewhat) personal history wasn’t the fact that it absolutely took my breath away. No, while that did occur, it wasn’t the most awe-inspiring part of that enchanted event. What ultimately overwhelmed me was the sense of finally, after seemingly years of holding my breath, feeling myself exhale. Magical. Organic. Tender. Unforgettable.