We spoke long of intimate things, and though I felt my very soul touched, his hand was never lain upon my skin.

We spoke long of intimate things, and though I felt my very soul touched, his hand was never lain upon my skin.
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.