She had waited patiently. He didn’t want a relationship.
Returning to the bar, she heard the taunt from his friends: “Kiss her!” He hesitated as he leaned in, lips touching hers.
She felt herself falling into a chasm, melting down its walls.
Thirty years later, he is still kissing her.
Alison likes to write. She is celebrating her thirtieth anniversary, still kissing the man above.