"I wish you could see yourself through my eyes," he whispered hoarsely.

We stood next to my little white car in deserted downtown Austin. 4:30 in the morning…the sky held a dark promise of impending daylight, the air around us was cool and damp, fog on the windows. He held my face cradled in his warm hands and wiped the stream of tears off my cheeks with his thumbs.

"I don't understand why you love me so much…"

My voice quivered and echoed in the thick air.

Some emotion I couldn't grasp swam in the depths of his greenish eyes. I felt his chest press into me as he took a deep breath, but he didn't speak. He slowly tipped my downturned face up to his and hovered with his lips just above mine.

Timothy slowly closed the remaining space between us to bring his lips softly, firmly onto my own salty ones. And as his lips moved desperately over mine, I felt his soul in that kiss.