• I remember the coffee shop we met in. By the river looking over at the ships and all the people going about their days. All of them blissfully ignorant to mine and your meeting.

    "Hi." A simple enough word to say but you couldn't imagine the courage it took to speak to someone so beautiful, I wanted to make every word count. So I thought I would start off small in case I screwed up. I don't think I screwed up because you replied.

    "Nice weather.", "Do you come here often?", "How long have you lived here?" simple enough phrases and we made idle chit-chat for a little while pretending we were normal. That façade was soon broken.

    Art, music, literature and my favourite; philosophy. We must have talked for several hours because by the end my newspaper had vanished to some unknown place and the coffees we ordered when the waitress asked were long cold. But I didn't care and it didn't matter. I'm sure you felt the same way.

    So we got together. Cinemas and museums, art and sex, cigarettes and restaurants. We laughed and we joked constantly unable to break us apart, even if we had wanted to. Now you stayed with me in my flat, a shitty one bedroomed, long dilapidated depiction of a landfill. My entire life was here, from my younger years at sixteen to these now at twenty-four. But you loved it all the same despite its disrepair and cleanliness (Or lack of).

    7:00 AM.

    We had only been together for little over two weeks and nothing had been wrong, everything had been so right and you were my girlfriend; a word I had long before forgotten and given up on.

    It was a day to remember, differing from the lonely nights I had spent looking out my frost bitten window before you came along. Your effortless elegance laid beside me, as though you were an angel. You rolled over soundlessly, eyes only opening to slits when you felt my wanting stare. Smiling now you indicate me to kiss you and I willingly fulfil your desire.

    You hold my hand and it brushes across your naked breast, I feel the same tingle down my spine I did the first time they crossed such hidden quarters.
    "Tom, we have to do something today."
    "I know we do."
    "You remember then?"
    "Since the day I met you I've remembered every word you've ever said, and now I already know that you will reply with 'I love to hear you say that.'"
    "I love to hear you say that."

    Legs search for the ground and make the general dance of morning as we rose together. Dress, wash, brush, eat, brush some more (You always did like dental hygiene) and then leave. I was wearing my white shirt with the variously coloured cross-hatch pattern, tucked in to baggy jeans. I suppose you could say I was nonchalance if you were a casual observer. You adorned a beautiful (Also white) dress, touching the ground and seemingly flowed behind the princess who bore it.

    8:00 AM

    We held hands and climbed the stairs, up to the roof. A frequent place for our midnight visits to come watch the stars. Well the stars where not out, but the sun was surely making up for their brightness. The beams seemingly captured by your hair as it glowed with such ferocity and flowed with such elegance. The ensemble was quite the eye-catcher.

    The wind caught your hair and you grabbed my other hand, looking longingly into my eyes. I knew exactly what you wanted, and believe me you would receive it, but not just yet. Not yet. I don't like to use the word, but this was perfection. We held hands and span around like we were young all over again, although our bodies were both much more mature, and our minds further experienced.

    Our lips touched for what felt like an age, until we parted and I immediately wanted to return. My hand ran through your hair, and for a second I was in heaven. Just by your touch on my skin, I was amazed. Your touch I had felt almost ceaselessly for two weeks and yet this time, it was so tender and your hair so soft; I never wanted to stop. That is when I fell to being completely yours, I was your martyr now.

    Within a few minutes we were both fragile, both vulnerable like so many nights. I though back to the first time, and tears sprang to my eyes. I was not a man for compassion and even less of one to show emotion. But this was different. I put it to the back of my mind, fighting with all my will so as not to disappoint you.

    It was liberating to feel the breeze now, and we kissed passionately before each others animalistic needs took over. We were lost, entwined around each others limbs. Love is not the word. Desire, lust and compassion towards another human being. Feelings I had long forgot and yet all were present here.

    9:30 AM

    As quickly as it started, it stopped. You put your fingers to the lips I longed for, to show me that words were not needed. And none were spoken. You took my hand in yours and clasped it tightly. The pills began to take affect. Our bodies hot already burned with passion. Nothing mattered any more, we had both known for a while that this would never be. Your pupils dilate, your body shivers as the mind reaches oblivion. The images it conjures leave us both entranced. Smiling, we pass, and once more the world is balanced. Without love, just left with a stale and frequently infatuated population.

    Love like this, could never be. And we both knew that.