He is the calm in the middle of my storms; words of kindness roll off his tongue.
energy. Still, my mind is telling me it's all a dream. He is no different than the
last one or the ones before. At times my flesh is tempted to forget the score
and surrender to romance. Is there a slim chance someone could fall for a
lonely woman like myself? I've always been a skeptic since I was a little kid.
Most of what I believed had to be seen or did. However, the future doesn't
tell itself. I only have these present actions to go on. From a distance, a his and
her bathrobe looks wonderful, yet the question remains unanswered.