It was body rush After body rush, intensity building. Touch me there.

I want the part of you that you refuse to give.

Eyes Tell Stories But do they know how to craft fiction? Do they know how to spin lies? His eyes swear forever, flatter with vows of only me. But are they empty promises? I stare into his eyes, as into a crystal ball, but I cannot find forever, only movies of yesterday, a sketchbook of today, dreams of a shared tomorrow. His eyes whisper secrets. But are they truths or fairy tales? I wonder if even he knows.

I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary 'in love' is indefinable.

The truth is, I've always been afraid of letting anyone get too close. I built a wall around me, a barricade to hide behind those few times someone wanted entry to my heart.

Just keep on shining that light. The rest will take care of itself.

Forgiveness is easy. Trust is much more difficult, and should never be given lightly.