"Can I kiss you?" His eyes gleamed with persistent tears.
"No."
"But I crave to treasure you."
"You can't."
"Why?"
"Cause this is unusual."
"Why is it unusual?"
"Cause I'm a man."
"Hence who exists I to you?
"You are...?"
"I'm-"
I expected to forget it yet I constantly watch it in my imagination. It was the final exchange we two had years ago. I can hardly recall his face and name. Still, the last stuff he told me still vivid in my senses. I wonder if we confront eventually, will he tell the exact thing then.