Eventually the meet-ups lessened, but their dates continued. Paige had waited
for what had seemed like an eternity for Sam to kiss her; each date ending with a
drawn out "It was a great day, wasn't it?" kind of conversation. Her impatience
got the best of her one night and she interrupted Sam mid-sentence with "Are you
going to kiss me or what?" Sam hesitated, then hooked her fingers through Paige's
belt loop pulling her close before kissing her.
That moment was frozen in time for Paige. It became a touchstone for their life
in the subsequent years. They had moved in with each other six months later, both
giddy with happiness. The joyous celebration of loving someone and being loved
back.
Over the next three years neither of them changed very much. Sure they both
were active, but the contented life added a few pounds and grey hairs started pop-
ping up in their short hair to the dismay of both of them). They had woken up
next to each other satisfied and happy; each day blending into the next.
