Drew Barrymore did a lovely little movie in 1999 called Never Been Kissed. She plays the role of a journalist who, at age 25, goes undercover to do a story at her high school where she was the nerdiest girl in the school. Well, you can imagine the adventures as the nerd eventually becomes one of the “in” girls, and is eventually crowned queen at the prom. Just one problem – she’s still “never been kissed.” And by kissed she means
“That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.”
And I remembered, as I was watching, and crying, and laughing, and watching the moment when she gets that kiss from the one person she wants to kiss her that it has been too long since I’ve had that kiss in my own life.
It’s not that I’ve never experienced it – I have at least twice – but it has been so very, very long since the last time and I’m not sure there are enough years of life left to have another someone who wants to kiss me for the rest of my life.