Completely Undone

Have you ever considered what makes you come

completely undone?

For me

this is a no brainer

and at times,

it's made me angry,

if truth be told, 

and if anything about this blog:

I want to remain truthful at all times.

And for me, 

probably more than anything

in the entire world,

it's to be on the receiving end of a 

forehead kiss.

It will unravel me.

It will strip me bare.

It will expose me at my most absolute vulnerable being.

There is something completely and utterly unselfish about forehead kisses.

It's all giving.

Nothing.

NOTHING is expected.

it's all

"I see you

and 

I feel you

and

I love you"

with nothing in return.

Any other kiss is kissed back. 

A hug is felt back in return, even if it's just the feel of their body against you.

A word spoken is still an expectation of a response, even if it's just an expression on their face.

But a forehead kiss?

Zero exception.

It's all given

with nothing received.

Nothing.

Nothing.

If your forehead is the wall to your core

to your soul

to your absolute being

then

 a forehead kiss

is the removable of one single brick at a time

of all the barriers that have been placed over a lifetime of heartaches

and, God help me,

a single forehead kiss

 shakes me.

Towers me.

It almost paralyzes me.

The idea of ONE SINGLE BRICK erected, with the possibility of its removable, is terrifying.

The potential of more than one is mind-boggling.

Thankfully,

most don't know this about me.

And those that do know...

well, most are either dead

or will simply

 never read this.

So safety reigns supreme.

And I'm not sure if that makes me

sad or glad.

or if it just ... 

is.

But for those who read this

and

aren't part of me

but have the ability to kiss the forehead of 

OTHERS...

please.

DO.