What does a kiss mean?
It's a question I've spent a considerable amount of time pondering lately. It's easy to write a kiss off, to oversimplify it.
When I kissed my wife, it was usually a way of saying, "Hi, I love you," or, "It's good to see you." Sitting on the couch watching TV, I'd lean over and kiss her on her head, if only to remind her, and myself, that I was there, and I loved her.
There's a lot of different types of kiss, and they can all mean different things. A peck on the cheek among friends is a simple expression of platonic affection. A big, wet smooch is a dramatic way to say hello. A soft caress on the neck shows a deep, burning love. Making out is primal lust, pure and simple. A deep, passionate kiss means something else, but a meaning that is not predetermined. The depth of passion can be driven by love, lust, and everything in between. Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.
A kiss can say whatever you want it to say.
The trick, my friends, is to not let a kiss fool you. If you're looking for love, you'll find it in a kiss, even if it's not there.
Which brings up another good point: don't let a fool kiss you. We've all (probably) been the fool, thinking we're falling in love over a kiss, and we've all kissed the fool, who doesn't understand.
I have always been told to remember this: don't let a kiss fool you.
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