With every step, my heart pounds a little faster.
Hoping that what’s to come doesn’t end in disaster.
My soul yearns for even a small taste of what you can offer.
And hoping that the love we share doesn’t stop here.
Gracefully, you take my hand in yours and pull me closer.
Those small caresses to exposed skin only make me want more.
And even in all this desire I still find myself hesitating.
Hoping that the connecting of our souls isn’t a mistake.
Image: Lalesh Aldarwish
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January 28, 2020 at 7:33 pm
Glad to see you’re back. 😀
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January 28, 2020 at 8:03 pm
Thank you. It’s good to be back. So much has happened since my last post.
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January 28, 2020 at 8:09 pm
I don’t doubt it. If you want to share, that would be great, but if not, that’s okay, too.
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January 28, 2020 at 8:12 pm
Thanks James. I remember sharing that my grandmother was sick. After a few months she was completely better, and then out of nowhere she passed away. It has taken a while to get back to normal.
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January 29, 2020 at 5:17 am
I’m sorry about your grandmother, Kaleya. My Mom is 87 and suffers from Alzheimer’s, and although physically healthy and generally happy, age weighs heavily upon her. My condolences.
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January 29, 2020 at 9:15 am
Thank you. I really appreciate it. That has to be tough as well. Alzheimer’s is no joke.
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