So the first time (they) combusted she'd practically been poised for the breakup. iIn some inexplicable way she'd been looking forward to it and all its attendant drama, because wasn't there something nearly lovely - when you were young enough - about guts churning and tear ducts being put to glorious overuse? She recognized the undeniable satisfaction of the first emotional fissure because an unraveling was still something grown-up and, therefore, life-affirming. See? the broken heart signaled. I loved enough to lose; I felt enough to weep.

He was a very good kisser; he'd been told so often enough to have confidence in that skill and to know that a good kiss, perfectly timed, well executed, could establish inroads to far more interesting destinations.