Here I am sitting in the dark, watching "A good year" and drinking champagne with frozen sugared Vodka-Strawberries. Wondering why it's always been the times of greatest sadness which linger on in our minds, never leaving us alone. And very often they also turn out to be our fondest memories.
Happiness and sadness often lie so close together that sometimes it seems they are intertwined and inseparable. And maybe happiness can only exist in places where there is great sadness. Making it all the worth while.
And so I am sitting here sipping on my cocktail, sweet and succulent, prickly and ice-cold refreshing going straight to my head. Like a kiss to my heart.
A kiss I once had. A kiss I have not forgotten. A kiss that ccan never be repeated. A kiss that filled me with great happiness, and sadness. A kiss that held great promise. A promise the "giver" of that kiss chose not to deliver.
But you can never take back a kiss. Once it's given it isn't yours to take back. And so I hold this kiss dear in my memory. With great happiness. With great sadness. Though it's only a kiss.
But one of those kisses that would receive an Oscar if they were on screen. A kiss that would go down in history for ever been known as "This Kiss". And yet it is mine. Forever.
Have some more sugared Vodka-Strawberries kissed by champagne. Like bubbles in my head.
Just a kiss.
