Monday, February 1, 2010

Strangers Making Love by Minute by Minute

We sat at the beach that summer night. My head on your lap, your fingers running through my hair—we were both looking at the constellations—and our hearts connected, as if the world had stopped spinning for a moment and the universe was witnessing this moment. We simply loved.

And even when the intensity of our love burned the energy of our very opposite hearts, we remained two different individuals, two separate species who simply loved against the odds. Read more

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