Fingers drifted across his skin, mapping the contours of his bare chest. He watched the equally naked girl that lay across him as though he were a lounge chair with interest, his right hand resting on the curve of her back. Her long brown hair tickled his skin, and although he could feel the warmth of her, and graze his palms over the softness of her skin, he wasn't sure if she was even really there.
"I've finally found you." Her voice was heavenly, and he found his brown eyes drawn to her own shining green ones. A frown tugged on her perfect, pink lips, and he found himself frustrated that he couldn't make her smile. "The story will continue."
"Who are you?"
"Some would say, I'm your other half," her fingers moved now to his face, gently dragging along his cheek.
"I don't understand."
Now, to his pleasure, a small smile curved along her mouth.
"I've traveled centuries to find you," she admitted, poking him in the chest, straight over his heart. "And I've found you many times, lost you just as many. For every piece of you, there is a piece of me. We are a never-ending love story, an infinite tragedy. You will always forget, but I will always find my way to you."
"Tell me," he whispered.
The nude girl rose from her laying position and eyed him carefully.
"You never believe me."
"Maybe I will."
"Are you sure? The Story of You and Me is a long one."
"Tell me," he said again, and she smiled.
"It began, like most stories do, with a girl..."