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.