Sarah Noffke

I know how it fees to plead. I know how it feels to wish someone would give you a chance to help them.

Tears ache in my throat and each time his lips caress mine I__ closer to the dam within me bursting open. He__ undoing me, tearing out my demons with burning strokes of his lips and the salty taste of his mouth. In his arms, I__ changing, becoming anew.

Rarely does the truth set us free. Usually it chains us to the earth like a ghost.

Regret swallows broken men whole. Acceptance builds them anew.

Unconditional love is something people achieve once they__e given themselves over completely to someone. Once they__e decided that no matter what the other person does, they will always love them.

People who make mistakes are in the best position to make better choices.

When a heart breaks a substance spills out like cement and pours through the bloodstream, hardening everything. In time, I know my heart will mend and the rock inside will crack and crumble away. But for now I__ as solid as a column. And alone I stand.

If my time loving you has taught me anything, it__ that love grows with every returned smile, every second of communal silence and every word exchanged. Unconditional love is built and when it__ finished nothing destroys it.