lovers

I immersed myself in my relationship with my husband, in little ways at first. Dutch would come home from his morning workout and I__ bring him coffee as he stepped out of the shower. He__ slip into a crisp white shirt and dark slacks and run a little goop through his hair, and I__ eye him in the mirror with desire and a sultry smile that he couldn__ miss. He__ head to work and I__ put a love note in his bag__ust a line about how proud I was of him. How beautiful he was. How happy I was as his wife.He__ come home and cook dinner and instead of camping out in front of the TV while he fussed in the kitchen, I__ keep him company at the kitchen table and we__ talk about our days, about our future, about whatever came to mind. After dinner, he__ clear the table and I__ do the dishes, making sure to compliment him on the meal. On those weekends when he__ head outside to mow the lawn, I__ bring him an ice-cold beer. And, in those times when Dutch was in the mood and maybe I wasn__, well, I got in the mood and we had fun.As the weeks passed and I kept discovering little ways to open myself up to him, the most amazing thing happened. I found myself falling madly, deeply, passionately, head-over-heels in love with my husband. I__ loved him as much as I thought I could love anybody before I__ married him, but in treating him like my own personal Superman, I discovered how much of a superhero he actually was. How giving he was. How generous. How kind, caring, and considerate. How passionate. How loving. How genuinely good. And whatever wounds had never fully healed from my childhood finally, at long last, formed scar tissue. It was like being able to take a full breath of air for the first time in my life. It was transformative. And it likely would save our marriage, because, at some point, all that withholding would__e turned a loving man bitter. On some level I think I__ known that and yet I__ needed my sister to point it out to me and help me change.Sometimes it__ good to have people in your life that know you better than you know yourself.

Just as we shine the light of scrutiny on those around us, so must we also use it to illuminate our own lives

She wasn__ sure if she even needed him anymore and the thought made her sad. In consolation, she offered him a kind smile and reached for his dependable hand.

Her gaze flickered to the balcony doors and back, her brows knitted in confusion. __y balcony doesn__ connect to yours.___ jumped._ He grinned at the flash of concern he saw in __er eyes. __t dinner, your grandmother informed me that you__ be moving to the room beside mine. She also mentioned how close my balcony was to yours; so close that even an old lady like herself could leap between the two without the least effort.__enetia__ cheeks heated and she pulled her nightgown closer. __randmama is anything but subtle.___lmost as subtle as your mother.___h, no! Not Mama, too.__regor paused beside a small table to pick up a silver tray holding a cut crystal decanter and matching glasses and set it on the table before Venetia. __our mother was concerned I might be afraid of heights. She told me that if she were thinking of jumping between the balconies and couldn__ bring herself to make the leap, it might be possible to pick the lock on the connecting door with, say, a cravat pin.__enetia blushed. ____ surprised they aren__ in here now, throwing rose petals before you as you walk.___ would never countenance petal tossing. Too showy.

Scorned and torn, former love mates aim and shoot childish devastating daggers that penetrate beyond target to pierce the heart of their offspring.

Love is light. Light is life. Life is divine.

I dream of being there,Where the skies lie below,Clouds flow like the endless river,Where all the divinity is before me, with me,And in the shadows yet above all,Above all who choose to hide,I run along the stars,Wake up the ever-glowing sky,And sleep to the sound of the universes beating heart...

You are my reality, fantasy, daydream, fairytale, music, more than the princess in Cinderella; you are much more than a traditional myth.

The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.

Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

I must find you. So I travel to the depths of hell and conquer perverse monsters and repulsive demons and the deceitful vicious devil himself to find the truth.

Creation of a pregnant imagination.

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.

I promised her that I would never kiss and tell, but I have to tell someone about my dreams and fairytales. So I__ telling you that I kissed her.

Frequent friction when love becomes political.

Reminiscent of a diamond, she is gifted, privileged, and positioned to glisten.

If I cannot fix your broken heart can I put mine in its place, because these stars are not enough, and all the money in the world does not equal your worth.

We simply can__ feel fulfilled by love we pay for.