I kissed special k goodbye this morning – the kind of fond, slightly melting kiss of the long-committed. And I suddenly got the fear you get when you almost have a grisly accident on your bike and it leaves you shaking even though you’re technically unscathed.
I looked into his close-up, kissing face, with the smiley eyes and the textured lips (does the same quantum theory apply to lips that applies to coastlines?) and I realised how many things have to agree and come into confluence for a kiss like that to happen. Just an ordinary, morning kiss.
There stands a whole separate person to me, with a whole separate set of needs/wills/desires/have tos, and here I am with all my needs/wills/desires/have tos, but somehow, in this moment, all that personal impetus has brought us both, separately, to this.
How easily that could have not happened! What are the chances that I love him and he loves me and we meet in the corridor at the lips?