It was a good kiss.
So good that it reminded Lena of those days when she was still in love with him.
They used to get up at 3 o'clock in the morning just to go to the dock to get the freshest fish on that day, and then they would walk all the way back to the apartment they were living, hand in hand, passing a street full of lovely flower shops, bakery shops, and fragrant fruit stands.
He always buys different flowers for her. Daisies, lilies, camellias, freesias, lilacs, iris, but never roses.
He said, “You are worth so much better than those characterless flowers, my love.”
And then, they would go back home, and make breakfast together. Almost every time, the breakfast wouldn’t be done by noon as they spent too much time making love to each other on the floor of the kitchen. A
