Tears & Saliva

1 year, 2 weeks, and 6 days - that's how long Antonio, a/k/a Fred, a/k/a Plan B, and I lasted. Born July 7, 2006...Died July 27, 2007.

We spent our 1-year anniversary in Naples on the beach. Things were so different 20 short days ago. Sun, fun, drinking, and lots of luvin'. While we were there, we came up with this slogan: "Its not good sex unless there are tears and saliva." We were just so full of ourselves...thought that was the most clever and funny thing ever, and that there must be a market for t-shirts or bumper stickers or something with our slogan plastered all over them. Could be that we were just so drunk and goofy in love that the idea was good only to us, or maybe it really is brilliant. Who knows? I guess it doesn't matter anymore. I have been in bed for 2 days. Horizontal in my room, watching the variations of light to dark through the blinds. Morning to night to morning again. Staring into an empty space in my closet where his clothes once hung. Reliving every conversation, every touch, each kiss and every time we made love.

Tears and saliva minus the saliva leaves just tears.