He just wanted to tell her that he loved her, the sound of her voice, the magic of her smile, the warmth of her skin... Her hair, unpinned, loose and falling, tickling his face as she leaned over him, teasing, laughing... Her eyes, bright... Her breath, warm and sweet... Her lips, so soft... The words, oh, God, if only she could hear him and know how sorry he was for saying the things he had said, for doing the things he had done and how very much he missed her... What a fool he had been that morning! The stupid, silly and pointless argument! Would the sound of his words and sight of his tears bring her back to him? At least she would know, as she certainly must have known all along, how much she meant to him... At least she might remember and forgive... Yes, she would, he knew she would if only she...

Oh, damn...

"...NINE ELEVEN"

Will Franz 2002