I like thinking of time as a ripple lately. In this model, time might be infinite. But also bits of it may end up closer together sometimes. Something something gravity,yadda yadda mass, grumble grumble energy.
now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.