Another Day

I close my eyes and feel the familiar press of his lips, the familiar taste of his mouth. But something is different now. I want every day to be like this. I don't understand why it can't be. "We'd only get tired of it," he says. "It's best to have it just once." Once ? I don't know what he means. I don't know how he could say that. "Never again ? " I ask. He smiles. "Well, never say never."