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I awoke on a boat with Jen. The rain was falling on me and her as she jumped out of the boat. I laughed and thought of the moment we kissed. Her shoulder brushed mine in that instant. But it was the connection....god it was a connection. I've never been so loaded, but i've never been so sober. She took my hand as we strolled down the beach. It was a quaint evening and the wine was harsher than the usual pinot newar. I glanced to my watch...seven twenty. I knew it was early, but it was late for her. She was up at the crack of dawn. I kissed her hard, thinking it was nothing more than a blossom of love between us. But she recoiled. Her boyfriend told her no. I kissed again. I needed an answer. I was loaded. We were loaded. I needed her more than life could have expected. She grappled with a frustrated love and an undying passion that was me. The stars started to set in the unusually humid winter air. They were for a second bluer than I. The boat rocked as we tossed ourselves back in. I told her i loved her, she said we should head back to shore. I kissed her for eternity, but then she removed those lips and started rowing. It was a long trip back. I grabbed her several times, but no move was justified with a response. The moon glistening at our tainted love affair. The moon all knowing. The moon, leaving us be. Leading us to an ending. One that i didn't want, but one that was soon to come.
She left. I cried.
It was all the moon.
It was all him.
She left. I cried.
It was all the moon.
It was all him.