Preludes to this post...
Kiss Mr I'm Irish - Pháirt Amháin (Part I)
Kiss Me I'm Irish - Mar Chuid Dá - (Part II)
AFTER THE KISS
Elegant fingers intertwined with his as she fell slightly ahead of him in the mob leading him hand in hand away from the bar. It was impulsive. Reckless. But, after losing herself in his kiss she was willing to abandon reason. Rushing thoughts trying to fill her with doubt. There was a time her heart had been crippled from the pain of losing him. From the pain of doing the right thing for the wrong reasons. To please the wrong people. They had once been so close to everything. And, then there was naught. She walked on, weaving the crowd. Nothing was greater then the risk that came with embracing this moment. Nothing greater then the loneliness that pierces your soul, behind a bright smile and a full life.
Exhilarated by the strong rhythm reverberating in her chest. She wanted her heart to keep beating like this... To be uncontrollably aware of being alive and not just moving through motions. This was the type of moment, that affirms that heaven does exist. Makes you believe, that right here, in this moment is where you are supposed to be. The moment you know and say to yourself, “all I need is this right now”.
