I am. And so are you. We’re both real,’ she says in a way that touches every inch of me and despite the rush of fireworks bursting inside of me this is where peace lies.

It’s in our breath, our touch, our scent.Messages back and forth, now hundreds a day.Mostly words of joy, love, but too of lament.

The same hopes, dreams and wishesDeep, flirty and playful kissesCollectively as one, never imagined apartProof of togetherness from the very start

The love’s not going to just disappear from inside you.

...her heart filled with regret; regret for a broken marriage she knew could never be fixed and for the life she had imagined herself living which had been ripped apart, like her heart, by the man who she thought she would grow old with and be married to for the rest of her life.

Within seconds her dappled curvy silhouette moves towards me. Our bodies collide, skin on skin...

Despite his disability he is a man I already admire, am connected with; there’s nothing wrong with his mind or his desire... I see his disability but feel his wholeness more.

You do not see what I seeHow can you when all you do is use your eyesBut I look deeper and further than the deepest oceanI notice the frown lines and the smile lines

He hung on her every word like a love struck teenager.