You asked me, �Don�t you ever wonder what it would be like if we�d gotten married?� I said something visceral in response, but in my heart there was a different answer.
I looked at you and remembered the December night we were running late for everything�for the chamber orchestra at the Kennedy Center, for our dinner reservations at Paper Moon. We were so hungry we thought we were going to starve when the maitre d� said the kitchen was closed. So we stood in front of the restaurant not knowing what to do. Then, you put your arms around me and kissed me.
I remember four lips becoming one. I remember the sound of snowflakes fluttering by my ears and melting on my shoulders. I remember the light from stars searching the sidewalk for us. I remember everything disappearing except the feeling of the side of your cheek and the tip of your nose against mine. Then, the taste of you sated me.
I never wonder what it would be like if we�d gotten married.
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