I imagine kissing her would taste like vanilla and tarts. It would be soft and slow. It would send warmth to my heart and yet, I'll never know. Maybe it would taste more of scotch or brandy. Maybe it would taste of the sweetest candy. Maybe just maybe it would be passionate yet sweet. But our lips will never meet. Because I'm a coward and a big one at that. I can't even tell her I love her to the moon and back. Because I don't know what she wants us to be. Because she doesn't want to know how it feels to kiss me.
