The kisses were oh so sweet and full of passion, totally abandoned, without self-consciousness or artifice. They kissed as if there was no beginning or end. They kissed in the dark and created light and shadow and contrast. They kissed amidst the chemicals and the running water. They kissed surrounded by cameras and film, enlargers and photo trimmers. Time stopped for a while but not long enough.

There was never enough time. Nor was there enough convenience for them to be together. There was work and school and other relationships. There was pain and grief. They parted uncomfortably. He smiled and she offered the tarnished excuse of personal growth and freedom while knowing that she was missing the best opportunity for happiness she might ever know.

Years passed. He wrote books and published them. She had children with men she thought she loved. He was a keynote speaker at conferences. She reread the stories and letters he sent. He travelled the world and she edited other people’s fiction. They moved in their parallel circles, spiraling around each other’s lives but never intersecting.

to be continued...

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