I'd like to tell you the story of how he casually crossed my path. The story of the summer in which I was seduced by the most divine of sensuous delights: his gaze, his wink and his soft voice. The summer to which the soundtrack to my life was his acoustic guitar, the strumming of which I could fall in and out of a woozy sleep, intoxicated by pink wine and life itself. The summer that passed so tantalizingly quickly, yet was filled with moments that I hoped would stand still. The moment in which he cast his wicked spell, holding my mind and my body hostage to his charm. The moment in which his fraternal hug and lover's touch came to meet, beguiling my senses. The moment to which no other ever did quite compare.