The Dragon That Remembers

Summary: A solitary night of dancing and wine turns into an emotional reckoning when a fleeting kiss in Mexico City awakens a fire that thought had long gone cold. As memory and yearning collide, he drifts between hope and obsession, wrestling with whether the moment was love or merely the illusion of it. Haunted by the warmth of her lips and the echo of who he once was, he begins a restless journey—part emotional pilgrimage, part inner exile—chasing the tenderness of that single night while confronting the dragon of desire he has awakened within himself.

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Oh yes—we all remember it. Or maybe we pretend we don’t. That first wonderful kiss, back when we were young and innocent, when the whole universe seemed wrapped in desire, love, and impossible hope. Muah—just right.

Oh, yes—that one passionate kiss. That one… wow—beautiful, warm embrace of a woman I experienced not too long ago. I can’t let it go. God, I wish I could have that again. I miss it. I want it. I crave it.

She didn’t just ignite a fire within me—she rekindled one that had almost gone out. At a moment when I felt I had quietly given up on love, even just a little, she walked in and struck the spark again—lit the flame.

And now I ask myself—was it just a fling? Was it only a passing feeling for her, a fleeting moment, like something she left at the nightstand as she left behind at dawn? I hope not. I hope she felt what I felt. Because I can’t get her out of my mind, I want it again.

That feeling is intoxicating. Addictive. It’s lodged in my thoughts like a thorn in the brain, engraving itself deeper and deeper. I can’t let go. I want to experience it again. Just one last kiss—just one more—only to feel that beautiful warmth again, the tenderness of her lips.

God, please—don’t let that be the last time. I haven’t felt this way since… high school, maybe. Decades ago now. It’s like life has come full circle, and here I am, feeling like a kid again—falling in love for the first time. Or maybe it isn’t love. Maybe it’s only the idea of it. Is my mind playing a trick on me again?

Oh, this sucks! I hate feeling like this, lost and confused. But that one night, that kiss in Mexico City in 2025—it lives in me. Forever.

Here I am, a glass of red wine in hand, dancing alone in my living room as the music plays—moving with the memory of that kiss. Dreaming. Hoping. Can I have it one more time? Just one more kiss? Can it happen again?

So I dance.
I close my eyes.
And I remember. And remember…

As the music fades into the deep of night, the raging dragon within me rises—breathing fire. Wings spread wide, it flies in fury because it’s gone.
That passion.
That kiss. That feeling.
Gone.
And I—the dragon—keep flying, searching for that same tenderness, that same warmth again.