She would send me letters with an imprint of her lips pressed to the envelope in the shape of a kiss. I didn’t know that women still did things like that. This thing, this kind of love was something new, it was the beginning of everything. it was the end of everything. When she wasn’t looking I’d secretly watch her body as she moved through space, she tamed gravity. Her powers of intimacy were sexual, supernatural, needing no explanation. We were on the same frequency, the same vibration, it was electric.

She’d walk towards me wearing a penetrating smile. Everything felt as if it were in slow motion. When we held one another we were a perfect fit. I knew her smell, her taste and the feel of the small of her back,–Oh, and that silky firm ass. We walked at the same pace. Our breath inhaled and exhaled in rhythm. Making love felt natural, we became entangled in our mutual pleasures. 

We belonged to one another, in a way that time could never erase. She put a spell on me, it made me ache for her. It was such a sweet torture.

Wrong place, wrong time. Fate conspired against us. A secret love that has no chance is always the strongest.