Kiss Kiss Kiss
by @manuel78 on Manuel
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- lyrics by me plus lyric generator
- story based off lyrics made with Ai
- Lyrics:; kiss kiss kiss
dreaming of you dreaming of me the way we touch the day we hug . thinking of while watching brings a smile to my face a smile for you a kiss heading your way . hey babe do you know what I’m thinking I look at her and smile I giggle a bit
because I already know . but she never tires she never stops missing me hun nay I love you I miss you when I can’t see you . hear you and hug you I love you hun nayyy each and every day each and every week and every year . honey I need
you in my arms a sweet embrace from my heart it’s all I need to make me happy . your embrace and your kisses it’s all I need it’s all I want hun nayyy driving around sitting by you . looking up staring at you you make me smile you make me
laugh you drive me crazy baby . I love the way you look at me I love it all I need it now I need your warm hugs and kisses . I can’t wait give them to me but the road’s so long you see distance sucks distance hurts . but the day will
come for us I can’t wait for my hugs n cuddles hey but not the brows . but I still love you anyway I need you right by my side and you know where every day kiss kiss kiss .
Kiss Heading Your Way
The 2 . 7 miles of cracked asphalt and weary suburban sprawl between his apartment and the coffee shop where she worked felt like a continental divide . For Leo , it was a canyon of impossibility . He knew the exact distance because he had , in a moment of romantic masochism , mapped it . He knew the number of traffic lights ( fourteen ) , the average drive time with moderate traffic ( nine minutes ) , and the precise pang in his chest that occurred each time he passed the third light , where he could almost see the awning of her shop in the distance . They were separated not by oceans or continents , but by the brutal , mundane logistics of two conflicting lives that had not yet fully merged—hers tethered to the cafe’s grueling schedule , his to a remote IT job that paid the bills but trapped him inside his own four walls .
So , he lived in the country of his mind . It was a vast , detailed territory . He was constantly dreaming of you dreaming of me . It wasn’t just idle fantasy ; it was rehearsal . He would imagine the exact pressure of her hand in his , the specific scent of her shampoo mixed with coffee grounds that clung to her clothes . He would replay the way we touch the day we hug . Not a generic memory , but the last one : in the rain outside her shop , under her small umbrella , her body pressed against his for warmth , the damp wool of her sweater under his palms . He’d hold that memory like a talisman .
His phone was his portal . A notification would chime—a message from her . Often it was just a photo . A blurry selfie behind the counter , steam from the espresso machine wreathing her tired but smiling face . Or a picture of a customer’s ridiculously complicated latte art . He’d stare at it , and thinking of while watching brings a smile to my face . It was an involuntary reflex , a physical reaction to digital light . His thumb would hover over the screen , and he’d type , sending a smile for you a kiss heading your way . It felt both profoundly intimate and achingly insufficient .
Their video calls were their lifeline , scheduled oases in the desert of the week . Her face would pixelate into view on his laptop , usually in her dimly lit bedroom after a closing shift . “ hey babe do you know what I’m thinking ? ” he’d ask , his voice soft . She’d tilt her head , feigning deep thought . He wouldn’t wait for her guess . I look at her and smile I giggle a bit because I already know . He knew she was thinking the same thing . The longing was a shared language they were both too fluent in . “ I’m thinking I wish I was there to steal your fries , ” she’d say , and they’d both laugh , the sound tinny through the speakers .
The remarkable thing , the thing that humbled him daily , was her constancy . The distance never seemed to breed doubt in her , only a purer form of missing . but she never tires she never stops missing me . She’d text him good morning even if she’d closed the night before and had only slept four hours . She’d send a voice memo of her singing along badly to the radio on her drive home . Her dedication was a lighthouse . It compelled his own vulnerability . In the quiet of his apartment , he’d send the raw truth : “ hun nay I love you I miss you when I can’t see you . ” And then , to make it complete , to list the senses deprived : “ hear you and hug you I love you hun nayyy . ” He needed her to know it was a total absence . It wasn’t just her face he craved ; it was her laugh , the specific sound of her putting a mug down too hard , the solid , real weight of her in his arms .
He made vows against the backdrop of his lonely routine . Making coffee for one , he’d think , each and every day . Doing laundry , folding only his own clothes , he’d promise , each and every week . Paying his rent , he’d envision a future receipt with both their names , and every year . The longing condensed into a single , powerful need . “ honey I need you in my arms , ” he’d murmur to her pixelated image on the screen . He wasn’t speaking of passion in that moment , but of solace . “ a sweet embrace from my heart it’s all I need to make me happy . ” He meant it . The complicated dreams of shared apartments and future vacations all distilled down to this simple , physical truth . “ your embrace and your kisses it’s all I need it’s all I want hun nayyy . ”
They stole time where they could . Sometimes on her day off , he’d pick her up and they’d just go . driving around sitting by you . That was enough . The destination was irrelevant . The car became a moving sanctuary . He’d glance over from the driver’s seat , and she’d be looking out the window , the sunlight painting her profile . looking up staring at you you make me smile . She’d catch him staring and stick her tongue out , and he’d laugh . you make me laugh you drive me crazy baby . The good kind of crazy . The kind that made a nine-minute distance feel like a prison sentence .
In those moments , everything was intensified . I love the way you look at me . It was a look that held no past , no future , no distance—just a present , adoring focus that made him feel truly seen . I love it all I need it now . The patience he cultivated during the week would evaporate . The craving was immediate , visceral . I need your warm hugs and kisses . I can’t wait give them to me . He’d pull the car over , just to hold her for a few minutes , to make the digital fantasy a physical reality , however briefly .
But the road always led back . To her apartment , where he’d drop her off . Or to his , where she’d eventually have to leave for an opening shift . The separation was a recurring injury . but the road’s so long you see distance sucks distance hurts . It was a blunt , honest assessment . It wasn’t romantic . It was a dull ache in the bones , a constant background noise of absence . They’d say goodbye , and the canyon would reopen .
Yet , woven through the hurt was an unshakeable thread of certainty . but the day will come for us . It was their shared mantra . It wasn’t a question of ‘if’ , but ‘when’ . They were saving , planning , navigating the ‘brows’—the frowned-upon complications , the disapproving family member who thought it was just a fling , the financial brows of moving costs . I can’t wait for my hugs n cuddles hey but not the brows . He’d joke about it to soften the frustration . The obstacles were real , but they existed outside the core of them . but I still love you anyway . The brows couldn’t touch that .
The need was a compass , always pointing true . I need you right by my side . Not just in the same city , or the same neighborhood , but in the same room . Waking up to the same light . Sharing the same silent morning . and you know where every day . It was their code . It meant the future apartment they’d looked at online , the one with the big windows and the terrible kitchen they promised to fix up together . ‘Where’ was their promised land .
One evening , after a particularly long week of missed connections and truncated calls , Leo felt the distance more sharply than ever . He sat in the dark of his living room , the glow of his phone the only light . He didn’t call . He simply opened their text thread and began to type , not a sentence , but a pulse . A signal flare sent across the 2 . 7 miles .
kiss .
A pause .
kiss .
Another pause , letting the word hang in the digital space .
kiss .
He pictured her phone lighting up on her nightstand . One . Two . Three times . A silent , persistent Morse code of devotion . No explanation needed . It was the smile for her face . It was the embrace from his heart . It was the kiss , forever heading her way , across the short , immense distance between dreaming and holding , between missing and having , traveling on a beam of light until the day , the certain day , it would finally land home .