Pic credit: wordpress.com I held back my tears as we kissed for the last time. He held on, I held on. The longing in his eyes called out to my soul. It had being a sizzling week, a week of not being the boring attorney who had no life outside the walls of the courtroom, the frigid Mary who never had time for fun. It was a week of being Paula Banks; the single, fun loving air hostess who was on vacation for the first time since she got her job. Paula who could walk down the beach of a glorious and romantic Island naked; the limitless Paula who danced all night, sang like a bird, hiked fiercely, loved softly and never got high from rounds of liquor with him; the stranger I met at the bar on my first night at the hotel. His name was Brian. A business man who needed a break from work. A work and life he was not eager to reveal to a Paula.