Our relationship started after we both had suffered serious breakups. I woke up one morning to an emailed picture of her swollen and bloody lip, sent from her mobile phone. She had gone out the night before. Turns out she had seen her ex at a bar, and he kissed her, and she kissed him back. Afterward she felt awful, she made the friend she was with punch her in the face. It is the most bizarre gesture of remorse I think I’ll ever witness.
Postscript: It’s now months later and the right side of her lip is still sort of puffy, if you know where to look. It’s her birthday and we’re moving in together.