Fifteen minutes later, we finish our drinks and I walk her to the valet. Sometimes, at the end of an evening, I still have feelings for her. It's an old baggage from many previous nights like this one. I consider asking her to say, but that part of us is too far gone. We pulled the ripcord long ago, grabbed silk. Instead I take her in my arms and I kiss Allison, my cocreator, goodbye.

Erik Barmack, The Virgin