You look down, at the ground several feet below you and for a brief moment, you wonder if it would be deep enough. If you would fall hard enough, or how you would have to twist your neck for ultimate success.

You’re surprised when your door opens and she’s standing there. She has a key to your house and it’s not uncommon for her to visit, but it’s late and you know how much she values her sleep. She insists it’s good for her skin, or something like that. You silently insist she needs nothing because it’s quite impossible for her to become more beautiful than she already is.

You smile at her, but she looks nervous. She walks over to you, stops, wrings her hands.

"Tina, what’s wrong?" you ask her quietly, a bit concerned.

"Bette…" her voice is hoarse.

You jump up. "Is something up? Did someone hurt you? Who did it? I swear I’ll find the motherfucker and-"

And then she kisses you.

It’s out of this world.

You nearly lose your balance. Her soft, moist lips move against yours and you have to stop yourself from sobbing. You want to grab her, kiss her passionately, wrap your arms around her and disappear inside of her and you still wouldn’t be close enough and it kills you but you’re kissing her and your mind is running around going all kinds of places and you think you can’t think but you do and it’s just insane the way her hand cups your cheek and she opens her lips and your tongues are touching and you feel like you’re going to explode and you’re on a high and the tears are rolling down your cheeks when your tongue explores the roof of her mouth for the first time and you swear to God you’re dead and you’ve gone to heaven because this, right here, is everything and her lips are so –

And then it stops.

Air.

Right, you need that too.

She rests her front against yours and smiles. Her thumb wipes your tears away, but they’re instantly replaced by fresh ones.

"I love you," you whisper.

You can’t help it.

She doesn’t say anything, but that’s okay.

She kissed you.

Your head is still spinning when she tells you that she has to leave.