Kissing your lover always makes you happy, to an extent: don’t it twisted, you love him, but for fecks sake his needs to trim his beard. It’s pretty in theory. How his beard has grown out so nicely. But it’s hard to kiss him when auburn hairs get in your mouth every time you kiss.

Andrew: “Why haven’t you been kissing?” He ask looking over from his side of the bed, a poetry book in his hands. Reading a love poem, and it hit him like a tone of bricks that his lover hasn’t been kissing him.