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And then, very slowly, he leaned in and kissed her. Not the frantic kiss of youth. Something quieter. A kiss that said: I see you. I’ve been looking for you. We’re both still here.

Bridget wiped a drop of pond water from her cheek and smiled.

Tom grinned. “First of many, I hope.” kissmatures bridget

She was sixty-two. A retired librarian with a tidy garden, two indifferent cats, and a late husband whose sweaters she still couldn't bear to throw away. The word “matures” made her wrinkle her nose – it sounded like overripe cheese. But it was a rainy Tuesday, and loneliness had a particular weight that afternoon.

“You’re the only person on this site who didn’t post a picture in front of a cruise ship or a grandchild. Also, your cake beats my grilled cheese any day. Fancy a chat?” And then, very slowly, he leaned in and kissed her

When they pulled apart, a fat orange koi surfaced and splashed them both.

“Bridget,” he said. “I’m glad you clicked that silly ad.” A kiss that said: I see you

And then she saw him. He wasn’t tall or movie-star handsome. He had a kind face, a little crumpled, and he was holding a small brown paper bag.