For what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?

Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?

You're more than a story.

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

Shame is always easier to handle if you have someone to share it with.