I looked into her eyes. I saw the fear, the sorrow, the guilt and the pain in her eyes. But after a while only had I realised; that what I saw in her, was the reflection of my own emotions.

Remember that day where you fell down and I laughed so hard but in the end I picked you up and gave you a peck on the cheek? Remember that day where we we're at the beach and it started to rain so we took shelter inside the cave and watched the raindrops? Remember when we we're singing to The Smiths all night and the next day we woke up with sore throats? Remember that day where you we're so angry that you kept throwing punches at me and all I did was hug you and kissed your forhead?  Remember that day where I went to your house only to find out that you had another? Now thanks to you, whenever I go to the beach,  I have raindrops falling from my eyes. Every time I listen to The Smiths my throat turns sore from crying so hard. Thanks.

Her kisses were like wine. They left me craving for more even though I knew, that in the end I would be the one with a hangover.