Is Kissing Like Riding A Bicycle?

You know how people say that once you learn how to ride a bicycle, or swim, you never forget? My question is whether kissing is like that too.

I kissed her today. Properly. Well, sort of. It was quite strange. After sharing my life with her for almost two years, one would think that I would remember how to kiss her like I always have. But I didn't. I had to kiss her a good few times before I sort of got back into it. I guess it's to do with muscle memory. The kisses were very, very different.

We're sort of ambivalent still. Or at least, I am. I think I understand the why's and how that caused the end of our relationship now. It's always been clear to me I think, just that I didn't want to accept it. Circumstantial, Relational and Situational problems all contributed to the demise of whatever we had.

Simply speaking, we got into things too fast, too soon. And although we're both still young, I'm not really so. But she is. And the young needs space to develop, I think, or something like that lah. Its quite clear in my head now, in a jumbled up sort of way. I can't really do justice to all the factors that are resounding in my head. Although I'm really keen on transferring all my thoughts on this and many other aspects of my Life onto paper, I have no idea where to start.

Obviously, this blog is rather humdrum. That's because I'm being rather humdrum. D-oh. But I'm feeling calm.