I choose solitude over cold kisses. If it isn’t love, it is poison.
I think I’ve kissed a prince, Mom. I hope he doesn’t turn into a frog.
I’m going to kiss you now, and I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
Did if feel like jumping off a cliff when he kissed you? I imagine it did.
He nodded and leaned down to kiss me. I let him, Dad be damned.