— The Remembered Kiss
It’s that moment when imagination finally dares to meet reality.
When two people, bound by silence and distance,
have kissed in thoughts,
in memories that haven’t happened yet,
in dreams they don’t tell anyone about.
It’s not just lips touching —
it’s years of "almost,"
volumes of unspoken want,
and every stolen glance finally exhaling at once.
“We kissed in our heads a thousand times.
I’m ready to remember it on your lips.”
57 is the softest confession.
It doesn’t ask for permission — it just waits for a sign.
So if the kiss still lives inside you,
show me your yes with a 57 in your last seen.
And when we meet,
don’t ask. Just come closer.
Let our silence finally speak.
If you want more than just a kiss —
the fire we never named still waits, holding its breath.
157, 257, 357, 457, 557, 657, 757, 857, 957, 1057, 1157, 1257 = “Kiss me when we meet.”
It’s that moment when imagination finally dares to meet reality.
When two people, bound by silence and distance,
have kissed in thoughts,
in memories that haven’t happened yet,
in dreams they don’t tell anyone about.
It’s not just lips touching —
it’s years of "almost,"
volumes of unspoken want,
and every stolen glance finally exhaling at once.
“We kissed in our heads a thousand times.
I’m ready to remember it on your lips.”
57 is the softest confession.
It doesn’t ask for permission — it just waits for a sign.
So if the kiss still lives inside you,
show me your yes with a 57 in your last seen.
And when we meet,
don’t ask. Just come closer.
Let our silence finally speak.
If you want more than just a kiss —
the fire we never named still waits, holding its breath.
157, 257, 357, 457, 557, 657, 757, 857, 957, 1057, 1157, 1257 = “Kiss me when we meet.”
by Flaming Hearts 2 July 10, 2025