Each time with you is a new first time. So there’s no rush, no angst, no lust: only being, hearing, seeing, and feeling. Our love, a perfect work of art in progress. With every unveiling, I become more connected to and entranced by the beauty of the detail, the colors, and every imperfect stroke.
Desire is not synonymous with love. I know that now. But once upon a time I confused the two. And if a man chased me hard enough--wanted me badly enough--it had to be because he loved me. I wasn't wise or mature enough to consider the other factors that may influence a man's desire of… Continue reading Men (and Women) Who Can’t Love
