It came as a shock... all of it. The long conversation, the passionate kiss, the weeks succeeding. A whirlwind romance ridden with secrecy and shame. I found comfort in your words and feared the prospective ones of others. Our last moments, perhaps the sweetest of them all were conversational, flirtatious, endearing, and romantic. Our last kiss a perfect harmony of strong passion, and slow bliss. Perhaps if I had known what the next hours woul bring I would have pulled my head back down to your chest. I would’ve let your lips linger a moment longer on my own. It is in hindsight that I find the most sadness, but also the most joy.