He kisses her. The dawn’s first light casts a warm glow in the room. I’ll never hate you, he whispers. And then she says someone else’s name.

She threatened legal action if I posted the photo to Facebook. You’re not serious, I said. I was the perfect bride, she replied. I hit send.

Late night, the denizens of the bar desperate for companionship, but he stays on the outskirts, because he knows his phone isn’t sexy enough.

The cave is endless. What goes on forever? he asks. It’s no time to joke, she says. Pull my finger, he says. His giggles echo for eternity.

Under the cries of revolution, they meet and fall in love. They live prosperously. And then are broken asunder by a revolution all their own.

I walked out on to the verandah. I stood next to her, and we took in the vista together. It’s not love if only lust is involved, I told her.