Because It's You2003-09-29I sat on the wooden bench, with my head in my hands. I felt his body near me, his hands massaging my back.�Are you drunk?� He asked me. I looked up at him with my half open eyes. �Yes� I felt his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. �I just hope I can remember this tomorrow.� �Will you remember this?� He asked as his lips touched mine softly. �Yes.� �Why?� �Because it�s you.�
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