Kiss on the stomach = "I'm ready"
Kiss on the Forehead = "I hope we're together forever"
Kiss on the Ear = "You're my everything"
Kiss on the Cheek = "We're friends"
Kiss on the Hand = "I adore you"
Kiss on the Neck = "We belong together"
Kiss on the Shoulder = "I want you"
Kiss on the Lips = "I love you"

What the gesture means...
Holding Hands = "we definitely love each other"
Slap on the Butt = "That's mine"
Holding on tight = "I don't want to let go"
Looking into each others eyes = "I just plain love you"
Playing with Hair = "Tell me you love me"
Arms around the Waist = "I love you too much to let go"
Laughing while Kissing = "I am completely comfortable with you"
Picking someone up off their feet = "That they love them fully and would do anything for them"

--Advice--
Don't ask for a kiss, take one
If you were thinking about someone while reading this,
you're definitely in love.

--Requirements--
Post this again after reading!!
Or you will have a bad year of Relationships.


If you LIKE, LOVE, OR MISS someone right now
and can't get them out of your head:
then Re-post this within One Minute and Whoever you are missing will surprise you.
Re-post this as "what a kiss means"

it's after reading this, that I wish I had someone to love.

Today is the merry day I get to take my braces off!!!! It makes me very happy to know that they're finally gone and that I only have retainers to deal with :P

My feet pound into the dirt as I propel myself forward. Faster, and faster. But not fast enough. I hear him behind me, gaining on me. I hear his footfall get louder and louder, and I try to run even faster. His footsteps echo through my ears, matching the racing beat of my heart- and the it stops. There isn't any noise except my erratic breathing and and the steady rhythm of my feet hitting the ground. I dare to steal a glance behind myself, and see nothing. He isn't behind me anymore, the thought sends chills up my back, but I refuse to stop running. I turn my head back to my front, and there he is, standing right in front of me. He is so close that I run right into his body. But before I can fall to the ground, his hands encircle my upper arms, securing me to his chest. I am to stunned to react, to even utter a single sound. He is smiling widely, not bothering to hind the fangs I now know exist behind his lips. He bends his head to my ear and whispers "That was fun,". His hands brushes my hair back, exposing my throat. "Too bad all fun as to come to an end." Tears fall down my cheeks. He is going to kill me. I know it, and there nothing can do to stop him, no escape. He bend s his head to my exposed throat, and bits in deep. I feel him draining me, feel him sucking out every memory I ever had, taking from me everything that could ever have defined me. Slowly I feel blackness pressing down upon me, and I let it. Letting the blackness enclose over me as I fade away.