A week passed, a month, six months, a year. I thought I’d tire of kissing you, but that day hasn’t yet come.What’s a kiss between friends?49114Tania BraukamperJack HerlockerDec 25, 2015·1 min readEvery so often (hmmm, now that I think about it, at least once a week) I lean over and kiss my wife for no reason. She gives me a “what the hell was that for?” look. Then she grins. Sixteen years and counting. It doesn’t get old.