I’ll forget everything, except that we wanted to eat each other alive. Not the way you take your coffee or the way you look in certain lights, I’ll forget all that. Even the sound of your voice, even the shape of your mouth saying “love.” Yeah, that too. But I won’t forget that you were hungry for me once. You were prowling your way down the breathing shallows of my body like an impatient, desperately wanting wolf. We were both bodies and hurricanes at the same time. A girl doesn’t forget a thing like that.