be mine

Wintry mix, my ass. It's been snowing for 7 straight hours. I was walking across the street and got tunnel vision on a matchey matchey couple with dark hair and common faces. Keep in mind, I was walking, across the street, towards them - and observing. They were saying their goodbyes on the corner and she held and kissed his hand. Then they embraced, kissed, and she pulled him back towards her. At this point, she whipped out a tube of chapstick and proceeded to paint it across his lips. I wasn't sure whether to smile, laugh, or throw up. Was this an act of affection or possession? It's interesting how often the two become confused.