Taken I remember a night when we were laying together in a bed that neither of us had ever been in before. We shared our regrets; we shared our presence. It had been a long time since either of us had kissed somebody new. It was refreshing and addictive and impulsive. And it was forever.

The sun finally came up in the morning, scolding us. We hung our heads when we left that room - not ashamed, but embarrassed. A few letters were exchanged over the next few weeks, talk about getting to know one another, but it never would have worked. She had no room in her life for another man, and I had no room for a woman that was taken.  ¶ 7:36 AM