Gray light streamed from the oversized loft windows, very thin light, everything gray scale in the early, early, far before dawn morning. You took convincing to join me in this soft bed. Your kiss, the touch of your skin, as you let me…was everything… And nothing compared to the idea that there would be a next time. The fact that there was a next time. Love that never hurt.

Women are different.

Besos. Te extraño. Te echo de menos.