By Mykaela
Date: 11 July 1998

One Month

One month.
That's all we had.
Together.
Four weeks.
And a couple of days.
One month of deep, searching, endless kisses.
One month of disrobing and probing.
One month of learning the knowledge of each other.
Our secrets.
Our shames.
Our fears.
Our aches.
Our ecstasies.
   One month and then nothing...
all of that and then nothing...
for what? another girl? another guy? a better job opportunity? 
I will never know. 
You disappeared, vanished. Left the scene of the crime like
a thief in the night.
It was not casual.
Not for me, you bastard.
IT MEANT EVERYTHING.
One month.
The most sacred month of my life.