You’re not asking for too much. You’re asking the wrong person. The right love won’t leave you guessing.

Let me take off that tie. I’ll love you, not for your strength, but for the man you truly are.

The game isn’t about me, it’s about you. The mirror shows you what you want to see, but I’ll make you question if it’s ever really me.

I stand barefoot, facing away, a body carved by innocence and sin alike. Not your wife. Not your whore. Not your cure.

Each touch, each kiss, feels like a surrender. I’m undone, but the deeper I fall into you, the more I crave the danger that is you.

I was made for your hands, your mouth, your need. Into you — deeper than thought. Into you — wilder than want.

So fall into me like it’s safe to let go. I’ll be the hands that you didn’t know. You needed — I mean it. I see the man beneath it.

I’ve laughed in love and wept in pain. I’ve danced in the sun and cried in the rain. All those moments, whether dim or bright, still shimmer softly in the light of memory.

Every letter unwritten, every kiss unspent—until she remembered her own name.

Wind, water, fire, and earth—each one whispers back what I’ve become.

Maybe this wasn’t the wrong train, just a longer route. I’ll stay on and see where it leads.

We were never ours, but in my heart of hearts, I wish it were you.

You feel your breath, the light on the floor, the pause between sounds. You are still here.

Hope is what the world longs for.

She is a warrior of quiet strength, with a tiger’s soul and a heart full of grace.

A story left untold in the heart of the rose.

There is something older than fear, wiser than pain, and softer than shame. I call it freedom.

I kept waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect me. But the truth is, there is no someday—only this breath, this choice, this now.

Woman is Love; sweet and silent is her breath.

At 18, life cracked open wide, and we were just beginning to become ourselves. Behind all the dreams we chased, there was a heart quietly hoping for more.