Our sun-drenched balcony in Okinawa, facing the East China Sea, kissing in the sunset, touching your breast.

Remembering laughing as you drunkenly threw wine bottles from our window in that crappy apartment in Maryland.

You and me, rubbing your belly, feeling our first baby kicking.

I said "oops" the first time I had an orgasm with you... I meant to pull out. You laughed at me, "I'm already pregnant, beautiful!"

Our marriage... A civil ceremony in Japan. "Congraduration!" I loved being yours.

Walking on the beach in the summer, with the perfectly clear water to our right, gentle waves crashing. My arm around your shoulders, yours around my waist.

Making love to you in the afternoon sunlight, slowly, until we were both exhausted.

You going out with your friends while I played computer games.

You going to see you mother while I hung out with my friends.

You spending more time on AIM and ICQ than with me.

You went to Hawaii... with your friend.

I read your email. "I love you too," it said.

The pain. You lied, and lied to me, over and over... "I left my phone in the car." "I was at a meeting."

You and me, hurting, crying.

Now I spend all of my time remembering you and me.