Listening to New Order always makes me remember a time when kissing was everything.I can't explain it. It sounds like a tongue kiss.
Like a phone call.
Like a stomach flipping crush. Like hot air after winter.
Those Saturday afternoon Underground discos, when all my friends would make out and I would stand in the dark in pointy shoes and black clothes my sister would have sent me out in.
Too short to kiss. Too shy to try.
And then, a girl, a goth, a memory, who I don't know, what colour hair, I don't care, She found me and we sat in a corner, sixteen years old, and it was all so...wet and open and not about Love.
Hold on. It's never enough...