Something hit me over the head, and I knew that if I did not kiss him, life would be unthinkable. So I kissed him. Once. He froze. Twice. He froze. A third time, and he kissed me back.
We knew, pretty much without discussing it, that we were going to get married.
We wound up moving to Arizona. We wound up breaking up.
Sometimes it just doesn't work.
Sometimes, something better comes of the ruins.