It all ended in one simple, awkward kiss. The little game of innocence was a game of capitulation with no victor. The spark flickered and faded; smothered by circumstance and fear. Broken, he had already been broken. The one before, with deceit, had crushed his ego. There are instances in any life that trouble one for far too long. She was too soon after. She was perfect. She was too soon. A good girl. A beautiful girl of temperance and adjustment, tolerance and promise. Sweet with the wit of reality and comfortable in the clothes of her life. A life of true faith. There is family and there is faith when both agree little else stands a chance. They were comfortable together, two akin in sight and sense. Three simple months seem like a lifetime of joy twenty years later.