I can see now that it's the little things, the small efforts, that keep a relationship going. And I know now that too in some small measure I have the power to hurt him and also the power to make it better.
Where is this guy going in life? Does he have a kingdom mindset? Do we share similar passions for life? Could I support his vision as his wife and teammate? Would we make a better team together than apart?
Other people were so unsuccessful at fending off love! Members of Congress who had affairs with their aides, or students who I'd known in college, girls who as freshmen declared themselves lesbians, then graduated with boyfriends- to give in to such love represents, for them, a capitulation or a betrayal, yet apparently the pull was so strong that they couldn't resist. That was what I didn't understand, how people made the leap from not mattering in each others' lives to mattering.
I wanted to keep him there to hold me up, to rely on, to remind me that there were places we found in other people that were safer than any walls could keep us.
He knocked on the door and waited, sliding his attention over to his beautiful wife who was shifting on her feet with intense anxiety. He stared at her like he always did. Like she was this drawing force that he felt compelled toward. It didn’t matter whether she was sobbing on the floor in a crumpled mess. Or complaining about life and her job until she was blue in the face. Or standing in front of him, like she was now, looking like she could rule the fucking universe. She was incredible. And every time he stared at her, she took his breath away. Not because of the way she looked but because of the way she held herself. Because even though he knew she was feeling insecure and anxiety-filled inside, she was trying her best to strut her stuff and be all that she could be and more. She was a warrior and she didn’t even know it.
She is the nymph who keeps enticing me the sailor evey time!
Women don't want to be seduced. They want to be seen and listened to. You can't do either of those things if you're thinking up strategies on how to win her over.
Ten seconds is the distance between silence and a smile...
I love you deeply and in the future, I may love you more however, that does not occasionally preclude me from plotting your death by shooting you, chopping you up and feeding you to the wolves...
If you are not his first thought in the morning, he does not deserve a place in your dreams...
If you must lose, then lose with style...
I do not need to compete for attention, I merely require competent attention...
Your spot on someone's schedule speaks volumes...
If you can only desire her by repeatedly risking all, then you neither love, desire nor value your woman, you merely desire control...
When life hands me lemons, they had better be pink ones!
He may be a nobody to you, but he is a somebody to me..
He was an erotic necessity, clad in denim...
The covert conversation between fingers and flesh feverishly heightens the senses and emboldens the soul when the prospect of discovery is inevitable...
Silver and gold pale into insignificance if you flatter me with blue nights, romance me with pink lips and woo me with purple prose...
Why believe in dreams, that promise a reality, which will never be?
