What’s interesting about sex is that nobody talks about it, but everyone is thinking about it. It’s avoided… all the time, and yet it’s unavoidable.

What’s even more interesting is that although I had dreamed about it for years, thought about it ever since we met, wished for it every day of my existence, it all seemed irrelevant now.

What was I thinking about now? As we were kissing? Certainly not sex. I was thinking how beautiful her eyes were when she laughed, and how soft the skin on her cheeks were, and how when she turned her head to the side the sunset was reflected in her earring. I was thinking how extraordinary she was, how smart, how endearing. I was thinking I love you, I love you, I love you… over and over again in my mind.