THE KISS

Getting late for a social event, need to run', he expressed, as he tossed his coat over the shoulder, and restricted out of the house. As he took off, she came running down the stairs two at any given minute. 'Interruption, delay', she expressed, yet he had authoritatively gotten out.

Her mouth collapsed like used wrapping paper. 'He fail to give me a goodbye kiss', she whispered in a voice that trembled under the weight of her hurt. She called him, 'you got out without giving me a kiss', she said basically. 'I am miserable sweetheart', he expressed, his voice humble. 'It is okay', she expressed, trying to be by and large grown up as she cut the call.

She gulped down her breakfast somberly, wore her shoes, got her school pack and started to leave the door, her shoulders hung. As she moved down the methods, the auto skimmed to a stop outside the house. He got away from the auto. She raced to him, her whole face lit up like a Christmas tree.

'I am dismal I disregarded', he expressed, as he lifted her up and grasped her. She didn't state anything. Her jaw hurt from smiling.

Following fifteen years, no one would remember that he was late for a get-together, yet a young woman would never anytime disregard that her father drove the separation back home just to kiss her goodbye!