"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.