Alyssa realized she was clinging to something which hadn't even started. She was in love with an older man called Bunty, a man who had said all the right things, but never followed up on them. He had initiated conversations for a year which meant something to her, but nothing to him. They had gone out for movies, and every spare moment, she was with him but he never saw her, the colours of her, which she had to offer, a bright dash of colours which were ignored by him. This irritated her no end.
Meanwhile, the new intern had already made out with him but theirs wasn't even a love story. They had been in the moment, that's all. The very first week. Moments of intimacy locked away in surreal bliss. Emboldened by lust, or pure spontaneity. Take your pick.
Imagine one year of trying to be close, and another woman making out with him in the parking space, in the heat of the drunken moment. Maybe you just have to seize the day. Good things don't come to those who wait, it comes to those who seize the fucking day.