You Speak As If A War Were

She Wasn't Speaking To Me - In The Juvenile, Petty Sense Of The Phrase.

Does It Bother You, Me Being Half Naked All The Time?

I Tensed, Waiting For The Fury - Both His And Mine - But It Was Only Quiet And Calm In The Darkness Of His Room. I Could Almost Taste The Sweetness Of Reunion In The Air, A Separate Fragrance From The Perfume Of His Breath; The Emptiness When We Were Apart Left Its Own Bitter Aftertaste, Something I Didn't Consciously Notice Until It Was Removed. There Was No Friction In The Space Between Us. The Stillness Was Peaceful - Not Like The Calm Before The Tempest, But Like A Clear Night Untouched By Even The Dream Of A Storm.

Without The Existence Of The Opposite, The Concept Has No Meaning.

Sometimes, Loyalty Gets In The Way Of What You Want To Do. Sometimes, It’s Not Your Secret To Tell.