I could have kissed you in the rain, drenched to our bones and not even caring that the skies opened up above us and tried to wash us out. I could have kissed you in a clearing in the most secluded woods, with just the sound of wind rustling through the leaves and a few voyeuristic finches peeping at us. Instead, I kissed you in the parking lot of a Waffle House, just shy of 2 a.m. in the middle of a hectic week, with our waitress grinning at us from the other side of the window, because, honestly, how could I not? [me without you is like] a sneaker without laces a geek with. Fun Latin. This page is dedicated to Judith L. Scott. Requiescat in pace Some phrases from Latin for all Occasions , by Henry Beard. Excuses My dog ate it. Lost Lovers.