Little picture that means you

And every single time I go down the newsfeed and your picture is no longer there, I feel the same sense of loss I felt when you withdrew it.


We share mutual love for the moon.  I miss you.

GIVING AWAY KISSES!

Dear Journal - May 9, 2011 12:06 A.M. EST. ......


It is midnight and I am laying on my bed trying to fall asleep, I cannot, I am just laying here thinking of well....falling asleep and all of a sudden, I think of kisses (I know, I do really love kissing).  So what does Jazzy do when she starts having random thoughts? I pick up my phone and start writing or typing on my IPhone's notepad.  I love you my journal, because here, I can share my thoughts with you and all those who wish to come into my mind......


A kiss is just a kiss, but a kiss can mean a great deal or nothing at all.  I love all kisses, but I guess I prefer the meaningful ones most.  In particular, I was thinking of the kisses I shared with him.  Oh so tender and sweet, they tasted like honey.... well not really, they actually tasted like a combination of burgers and fries yuk! No not really yuk, they were the best kisses ever! you who ever you are setting your eyes on this blog post right now, are probably wondering... Jazzy, burger and fry kisses are kind of gross! they are indeed very undesirable.  However, I will argue that kisses that taste of burger and fries were to us, delicious kisses, or at least to me they were.  I am assuming that the fact that he never pulled away would lead me to believe that the taste was inviting to him as well, or maybe after our McDonalds date he was still hungry, who knows? What I do know is that even onions would of tasted sweet to me, because those were probably the most meaningful kisses I have had in a really long time.  And then I think, when you really like someone a whole bunch, kisses all just taste sweet! so I never really tasted anything at all, they were just the best kisses ever! 


I will probably share many more random kisses with others and I'm sure they will not mean a thing, but at least whenever I feel down about the many random kisses I give away to undeserving lips, I can think back at those many random kisses that we shared......the ones that tasted like onion with a touch of honey! Yes! How sweet they were!


So remember, if you have someone special who's giving you tender kisses that come from the heart the one's that always taste like honey no matter what they really taste like.  Make sure you cherish every last one of them.  Make every kiss count!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ROsBEHOTuU

MEANINGFUL KISSES

And while people walked by maybe looking maybe not to the two souls it seemed as if no one else was around them.  In those moments, all that mattered were the tender kisses they shared.  There they stood by the bus stop leaning against the fence embracing one another, they fit together almost like two puzzle pieces that had finally found eachother to connect something great.  There they were, two souls that shared a bond and feelings of mutual understanding and genuine care for one another, the types of feelings that are not thought of or planned or grow in time, but rather, the instant one’s, the one’s that are just true and sincere.  Their kisses were gentle and loving, the kind you see on the big screen and feel in your heart.  There was no sexual desire or malice, no indecency in them, just kisses, simple clean, sweet, tender and meaningful, the one’s that come from the heart.  Well if you would of saw them, you would of thought that they were just two people in love.  A natural connection like that of a fairytale love story, were did they know each other from?

In those moments of gentle kisses, the world didn't exist to them, only what they felt mattered.  It would appear that they were in their own place, a bubble that surrounded them and sheltered them from everything around them.  In this place, nothing mattered.  It was as though in those moments, they were in a perfect world a world were no prejudices existed.  When these moments would pass, they would go back to the reality of life, to the real world, the world were people judge and people criticize and what people say matters because that’s just how it is.  After their moments, back in that real place in the cruel world that people have built, their feelings for each other wouldn’t be allowed almost.  What they were doing was almost wrong, what they felt they shouldn't.

Imagine if you lived in a world, were we all looked the same, where no one knew of age or color or social status a world where all that mattered were the feelings we felt for another soul based on compatible minds, based on compatible thoughts and feelings.  Where we saw another person as they were inside, a world where what really mattered was how we made each other feel when we were together. 

Would the kisses of two people that shouldn’t be kissing be criticized? Would people’s mutual love and sincere genuine feelings for one another be a problem because no one was being prejudice?  Or would it just be two happy souls, glowing with pure sincere bliss.  Two souls that when united just felt that they were just were they should be, two souls that when together time just passed without notice?

She often wonder about a world like that, a world were even her own prejudices of herself wouldn't matter.  A world were, nothing but kindness sincerity and love existed.  That world could exist, that world could exist within her.  She would make that world her own, but only when she could let go of the prejudices of herself, could she begin to let go of her prejudice for others.

She loved that soul standing before her, holding her in his warm embrace on a cold autumn night.  It was as if they had met before in a place where they couldn't remember.  But the place was real.  Maybe it had been in some far away land centuries before or maybe he had been a slave and her a slave owner in some other time or  maybe they were separated by a battle where he fought to defend her, why in his arms did she feel safe?  Maybe they had shared a love so true that only death had separated them.  No matter what had happened.  It had.  There was no other explanation for this natural bond that they felt.  The only explanation that could make sense of this natural connection and feeling of belonging that doesn't happen often in life, was that of two souls who found each other again, two souls that time had managed to rejoin them.   They met before, and there infinite love of another life time had helped them find each other again.  Except in this new world they could not continue their past love.  But deep inside, they both knew it, it was plain and true.  And although they couldn't remember the time, or the place, or the circumstances, the tender meaningful kisses they shared made them feel connected how come it felt like they had done this before? Why was it so natural? Right there by that bus stop, were nothing else existed, were new memories were being made and intimate moments being shared. Right there, were the world was kind and prejudices didn’t matter all that matter was those two loving souls.