Eventually, it becomes a matter of scale. When the good outweighs the bad, you stay. When the bad is the only thing you notice anymore, you think about your future, or what's left of it, consider options.

I feel like a goddess, jailed in her Olympus. Little wonder how the gods toyed with humans. Toyed with women, to watch them squirm, pollinate the seeds of despair; toyed with men, to satiate their Seven Deadly Sins.

Forever made that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender.

I'll Stay ...leave ...me. ...I'll ...follow ...you.

Never say never, dear. You might be surprised at what you can do, should circumstances dictate

I want to know living love. And I don't want to wait for it.

Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.