I actually read this particular short story a few months ago, but the part below has been rolling around in my mind ever since, and I can't seem to shake it:
Tomorrow is Labor Day, and she wonders if he'll ever kiss her again. Labor Day will make twenty-seven days since she decided to stop kissing him because it doesn't mean anything and wait for him to kiss her, because then it might.
Its terribly depressing, I know, but its also beautiful. Beautiful to get something that raw SO very right.
(I'll be back soon for more thoughtful posts about the lovely life I've been living, I promise. There is much to say. So sorry for this long absense, but don't you worry, I am okay :)