The kiss was five years ago today. I wanted that kiss for a long time. I walked her from the Plaza de Armas all the way to the Nanay River and back but did not get the kiss. I visited her mother and father, her aunts and uncles, her nephews and nieces and cousins but did not get the kiss. I wore long pants and leather shoes in the tropics near the equator but did not get the kiss. We walked in the park and ate ice cream together by the fountain but did not kiss. We shared pizza but shared no kiss.
I began to get her attention when I called her with a satellite phone from the middle of the rainforest to let her know I was thinking of her and wanting the kiss. Modern technology helped an old fashioned romance. I was loco.
The kiss was really a peck, half stolen, half given, and it led to even more uncertainty. Oh gosh, we were nervous. The kiss was near midnight five years ago, and I am still loco. I could not see beyond the kiss. Who could have known how many tears would fall in the next three years? Who could have known how much sadness we would endure before I moved to Iquitos, Peru?
Marmelita and I are sharing our lives together. We are sharing the anniversary of the kiss today. We are happy and in love. After all these years it is good to know that our hearts could not have chosen a better couple.
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