disturbingly twisted detail... those memories that
nightmares are made of... Ah, and then those sins
that keep us up at night, in the best kind of way. And then, there's the sins reserved for the day we come face to face in, "The Meeting of Our Maker.' Yes, I trusted him that much.. anxiously holding my breath as he read... silently praying there would be no judgment, but understanding.
He looked up at me, winked and smiled. My sigh
of relief, the only sound in the room. And, in
that moment, I knew... I had found my easy love
in him. Comfortable silence... that's when you
know it's truly love.