Lemon kisses is more of mismatched misses.
Going back to youthful dances and toddler scribbles, we note a lot of peculiar things in motion. Things we often ignore and tag, unimportant or more importantly, gross.
The truth is those unimportant things are actually important for it helps to shape the next years. The adult saplings.
As a toddler, we often do things on impulse and rely on the instincts and without careful leadings, we grow those acts into a hurricane.
All these speech, is to set the pace for the story I’m about to tell and how lgbtq🌈 aren’t completely wrong about their claims that they knew about their sexuality from their young age.
What I’m about to say is controversial but when you look deeply, you see I’m not a delusional writer.
She was in between 9 and 10. In my book, she would be a tethering lad. All her life, she had tried to be unscrupulous. She practically followed the rules and stuck by those rules but there would be something that would rattle her.
That something is lemon kisses. She was about entering into the high school having nailed all the needed exams. She was high on anxiety and excitement. A dangerous combination.
To pull her mind out of the whole rush, her bestfriend decided to stage a drama. They’ve done it before, countless times. But she had the urge not to do it. Why?
She has been secretly crushing on her bestfriend. This friend of hers, is a girl. Their drama were too sexual. Always about some romantic plot that will be acted like it’s so real and done in secret too. When none were watching.
How could she tell her friend she wants out? No, she wouldn’t. She would just stick it out. And stick it out, she did until her lips went smack on her bestfriend’s which resulted in a tongue induced session and occasional sessions after that day.
At a point, she had to stop. She felt weird. Like what she was doing was wrong but she couldn’t stop the feelings that engulfed her when she thought of her friend and now it was gaining into a network.
A chain of like for the same sex. A chain of like that she could grow or push backwards or snuff out completely. It was all in her sight. She only needs to move in the direction she wanted to go.
But she was young. She was now in high school. Bestfriend and her estranged but her increasing lust persistent. As with all things, it was exciting to do something that’s shunned. If you’re young, you would understand the feeling.
Most actually follow the
feeling till adulthood. It
messes with them and they
don’t know to balance the
emotions with reality. They
feel like they’re flowing but
they are not.
She would find that those feelings could easily define her. She could either give her self a name^bisexual or she would destroy the feelings that grew in her.
That’s the whole point I was trying to make. She had so much work to do. With being guilt ridden and trying to make the most of her time, she fell into uncertainty.
At a point, she said let hell break loose. I’m going to have so much fun.
But it started getting wonky and she knew it was time to take a stand. And she did, she decided against being a bisexual.
Now, we’ve come to an end of her story. Look, if you’re confused, look deeply and take a decision. Don’t encourage that habit or it grows. You’ve a part to play. I get, prayer is the master key but if you’re feeding that part of your life continuously, prayer won’t help you.
You are your own helper. You know exactly what you’re aiming for. You know why you do what you do. You know the secrets and the things that keeps you awake. Everyone has lemon kisses, suffice to say. The point is, how do you stop them from making a mark in your life.
If your actions pull you back instead of forward, they are mismatched misses. Like the character in the story, she suffered incessantly when she didn’t have to. A wrong move can shatter instead of build but if you watch it consistently and do nothing, you’re building a cave for yourself.