He lifted himself out of the bed and, with heavy feet, tried to walk out of the gloomy, dark room. "It was such fun," she exclaimed. As his heart drifted out of the room, his body turned around and withdrew with a half-hearted smiling 'yes.' He walked away to save himself from her happy and smiling eyes. Only far enough to have her out of his eyes, not his mind. As he opened the window, the wind dashed on his face with a thousand questions. The silence seemed deafening as his mind screamed with rage and anger. And among these all, he stood betraying his own beating heart. The more he thought, the more he could not understand what he was missing. As the night stared back at him, he wondered if he was childishly yearning for an impossible feeling. The feeling of overwhelming passion which destroys the mortal disciplines of daily life. He wanted to burn in the fire of her desires. He wishes she would consume all of him when he expresses her love. He wanted ...