Love is scary. Trusting your heart to another person. Trusting that they'll not hurt you. That they'll return your love. That they'll not ridicule your feelings.
Loving is scarier than any haunted house, or creepy critter, or Hollywood monster.
But, I think, a life with no love, ever, is scarier still.
Don't be so afraid that you miss it, Wesley. For love, real love, is the most beautiful, wondrous thing there is.
Thank you, Wesley, for sharing this with us.
tim--
Such sad, sweet words of goodbye
I understand the longing of what was, before whatever happened to blight it.
You do have a way with words. Thank you, again, for sharing your talent with us!
Molly
Moggy, another nice one!
Haunting and beautiful all at once.
Looking into lives with eyes, covered like windows curtained in laces.
That's such imagery! I really like it, I can see it!
You keep writing, I'll keep reading!
Now the question is do I go to the centre and tell everyone or not....hhhmmmmm?
Very nice, Gary!
It's so good to read of older people finding love.
That if you let yourself be open to it, love can find you again.
Thanks for another glimpse into their world, and I do hope that we get to see them again.
Molly
That was well done!
My first year at college was near some sand dunes. Your story brought to mind the layer of grit that covered everything after the wind came through. ....shudder....
Thanks for sharing!
Standing up and cheering madly!!!!!!
Your words are forceful, yet not mean. I applaud your bravery in announcing who you are, even though it might/will anger some.
As a mother, as a woman, as a human, I'd love to give you a big hug, and a high five!
Please keep writing, and keep living YOUR life.
Well, that meeting went better than I expected.
Adrian, he's going to be a problem. I don't see that meeting going well at all. Especially for Adrian...
Thanks again for this story, and for breaking out of the traditional vamp story line!
Because of some health issues, we don't use restraints anymore. I'm hoping that soon, we can use them again.
In the past, we used silk neckties. Phil's previous jobs had required "coat and tie" so he has a great collection.
I miss the feeling of them, of that utter surrender, the total control that he has, but know that using them now could do more harm than good. On the other hand, knowing that I'm not restrained, and MUST therefore keep my hands where they are supposed to be ON MY OWN has been an incredible challenge. One I am sad to say, is not at all easy.
If I may...
I did talk to Sir about talking here. Was reminded to be respectful and to remember our limits. Outside of here, we don't know anyone else who lives this life.
Well. That did not go where I thought it would.
But I'm glad it did. What a wonderful vignette.
I think I may have a few calls to make to old friends.
Thank you for sharing this with us. For trusting us with it.
JayT, we feel what we feel.
When my Grandmother passed away, all I felt was relief. There was never any sadness, or sorrow, or anything but relief.
Never said anything to anyone about it. I think I cried, but I was more said for Granddad and my dad.
I still miss her, and can occasionally smell her hand cream.