I'm lying on my bed. Daydreaming, thinking.

Wishing. Wishing he was here

with me.

I remember that night.

The night with all capitals. The night of wonder.

That crazy-crazy night.

Drinking, teasing.

That's all we did. No purpose. No plans.

Just him, with all his loveliness.

And me.

We got enough. But not enough of each other.

We desired.

We were starving. Starving for love.

And he kissed. Kissed the way noone did before.

Touched. And kissed.

And it was time. Time to say good-bye.

Should have been.