I was alone, and by the most random of actions, I met you. I wasn't even there for you, i was there for your friend who I thought could provide some measure of peace and quiet in my heart for just a moment, a few shared kisses, and a little love. I was numb, and I had been for a long time. No eating, sleeping, talking.

I was left alone, and I left others alone.

The first time I seen you, you walked out in your panties, and didn't give a damn that a complete stranger was looking right at you with a small grin at your gall.

The next day, we fell into bed.

It wasn't rough, it wasn't greasy. It was organic, like mixing two colors of paint that were too strong, into a gentler hue. We touched each other, not just on the body, but in the heartstrings. We became part of each other.

It was that moment, that I decided not to take my own life, which I had been contemplating for some time. It was you.

The nightmares evaporated, the food tasted good again, and words had become worth saying again.

It was all because we shared just a little love.

Now the nightmares are about you, and the food is ash, and being quiet is simpler. I don't know when I will see you again, or even if I will, but I know the last months of my life have been the most valuable.

No, Love, I don't regret it yet. Never will. Doors unlocked, too.