Forehead kisses..... Not just any kinda forehead kiss . But the kiss that comes while bombs are exploding in your life, the ground beneath your feet is shaking and the world around you is falling apart despite your best efforts to hold it all together.
I hate forehead kisses... The one that comes when your load is so heavy, your knees are on the brink of buckling in anguish, and you’re just about to throw in the towel. Then, it happens.
Your warm, soft lips colliding with that of my skin causes everything to stop...
In that moment a stillness is created uninterrupted by the sounds of turmoil in my life. A peace blankets my mind and the time I would spend worrying is replaced with time basking, gripping, clenching to a moment I want to last forever.
Forehead kisses. The act of unearthing rare occurrences of beauty and vulnerability.
What will you do with that moment?