Life with Subtitlesbecause some things are worth understanding

I went out for a cup of coffee in the middle of the night. I went out alone. Just needed to clear my head from all the mess it's been in lately. I called to tell you I needed you there with me, thought you'd be pleased ... So much for hopes and dreams, one call gone to waste.

So I went for that cup of coffee, I knew I was going to be alone, except that wasn't true for long. You see I met someone there, and we talked until we ran out of drinks. So I thought we'd go somewhere private, or romantic, whichever the car finds first. I started driving and she shuffled through my CDs looking for the best music to sing along to. I must've driven a long way, because by the time we found a nice spot both of our throats were sore.

I can't even begin to tell you how strong the connection between us felt, or how oddly attracted to her I was. I knew she was attracted to me as well, because shortly after pulling over, things took an intimately physical turn. I guess it was the only possible thing to happen, after all we had been exploring each other's intimacies since the first coffee cup.

When the sun came up we knew it was time to go home. On the way back I didn't say much. Occasionally I would look at her, and she'd be smiling at the horizon, not saying much either. I thought about my mind, and all the clearing it needed before I went out for coffee, and I realized I no longer had anything to worry about. It was like I was healed from a strange disease whose only remedy was a touch of intimacy that goes straight down to your soul. I was revitalized, a completely new Me, paying his respects to the old dead Me.

I parked next to her car. She looked at me with that same smile she'd been wearing for a while, so I kissed her and told her that she was like a pill to the illness I had when I first met her. But I was healed, I was a new man, and so I told her I couldn't see her again.

She didn't take it like I thought she would.