GET IT ON

It was one of those mornings when you come to terms with a strange new reality. You wake up and you ask yourself: "Did I actually do that? Did he really say that or was it just a dream?" Reality comes back in bits and pieces, and you experience the novelty all over again. You wonder: "Will this day and this night and tomorrow and all the rest of the days be different because of what happened last night?"

Having him was ecstasy, but the sudden inexplicable loss changed the peak to panic and nausea. How can a person transform from your hero and savior to your destroyer in so short a time? And why do you love one man and not another? Why is it that one person's touch fills you with shivery heat and the same touch leaves you cold?