A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.

We kissed for aboutthe thousandth time,No promises,no demands,Just solid rebuildingof shattered trust.

One kiss, I was totally hooked.

Our kiss eclipses all others, real, imagine, dreamed of. It is the beginning of time, it is the end of the ages.