Funny How Your Mind Works, Isn't It?

You were dancing with me. Awkward, and tall; you were drunk, I was sober. I am not, and have never been, tall.

We kissed only once, as an exercise. We were animals; you were a predator, I was prey. I'd wanted you to take charge. We weren't speaking, at the time. For weeks before and months after, when we spoke again, and years later, when we hated each other more than any two human beings have ever hated each other, I still wish it hadn't been the only kiss.

I will never speak to you again... but I'd kiss you.