We spoke long of intimate things, and though I felt my very soul touched, his hand was never lain upon my skin.
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When we are being honest, often it is not they who are not enough, but we who want more than they offer.
Too often we use sexual desire as a gauge for love–how deep, how real–but is that fair?
It could have been anyone in that moment, but it was you who were there, you I turned to in my need.
We open up all that we are, welcoming in a stranger with the hopes that they will become the sole resident within our hearts, and that they will do likewise for us.
Surrender #3 of Craving. Eric was lost in the memories and couldn
I awoke in the dark of the night crying. I was overcome with this awful feeling of despair.