The last time he kissed me was at the end of our marriage ceremony. You may kiss the bride. April 13, 2007. After over five years, I feel like I’ve never been kissed.
There were no good-night kisses. There were no good-morning kisses. No I-love-you kisses. No passionate kisses. No make-out sessions. And, no, you don’t have to kiss to have sex.
A kiss. The elusive kiss seems now more intimate than any other physical connection between two people.
I longed for his kiss. I noticed he never kissed me. If we could, if he could, if I could, would we find our happily ever after?
The answer is no. There was no love, and without love a kiss is as meaningless as the paper plate holding the meal. Our marriage was a paper plate.