Those were the last words we spoke for a very long time. The 
next thing I knew, her small, delicate lips were kissing me for all 
she's worth. Her arms wrapped around my neck as the passion rose up in 
both of us. I tried in vain to keep my eyes open, my arms from pulling 
her closer, but soon, my eyes drifted close and I leaned forward, 
delighting in her taste. Shakily, my arms reached around to tie about 
her waist. I unknowingly slid off the stool, practically bending her 
fragile body beneath me. My lips ravaged her, parted them, and slowly 
slid my tongue in. She wasted no time in matching my kisses with her 
own. 

	When finally we broke apart, aeons later, I was gasping for 
breath, my arms refusing against all costs to loosen their hold. My 
eyes opened slowly. Her face was in that same love-drowned expression 
I 
remember loving on her so much. But something was different. Crystal 
tears were rolling down her flushed cheeks. With a whimper, her head 
fell onto my chest.