The first time I met you was in Berlin.

You reminded me of a shark in waters far too shallow for it to swim in.

Desperate and gasping for air.

The second time I met you was in Amsterdam.

The glow of red lights on your skin; made it hard to concentrate.

You were doused in glitter and you smelled of , cheap perfume;

and even cheaper company.

The third time I met you was in San Francisco.

You were walking.

No where in particular you said.

Just walking.

The fourth time I met you was in Seoul.

My apartment.

We made love.

At least that's what I would've liked to call it.

The last time I met you was at your funeral.

They asked me if we were friends.

I said, "more than that".

They asked me if we were lov