I can see history repeating...

In the beginning, he used to kiss her as if he was breathing from her heart. Then, kissing just felt like a touch on the lips. Then it progressed to a hug; some time later it was just as if he was giving her a pat on the back. And one day she woke up to find that the kiss was like a stranger nodding to her, from across the street. She knew it was over.

Daniel Kitson, Stories for the wobbly hearted at the Traverse Theatre, Edinburgh.


(I'll just sit back and watch. I so wish I could be wrong about it all...)