Everyone has a story, Like a perfect murder without reason, just a perfect Thought for the perfect occasion. Perfectly in-love. It doesn't require anything except giving as much as you can. Even the memory of gripping the throat is eternal. Hands rocked by the cold serrated flesh dangling like a graceful beauty; awakened to another eternity. Even the silence of the cold reminds me of taking the last sip of froth. Like the Kiss of innocence; You, sipping and listening, unveiling memories of the time, that required giving in to the silence.