Because It's You

2003-09-29

I 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.�