Sunday Reveries: What's left

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable." - C.S. Lewis

( What's left )

Muses Sex Etc: Need

Peter stared blankly up at the ceiling. The house was quiet except for the air conditioner humming softly. He turned and saw that it was one o’clock in the morning. His eyes turned in the other direction, out into the hallway that separated him from Gabriel’s room. Peter wanted to respect the man’s space but the longer he stared at that hallway the more he started to ache for Gabriel’s company. Sighing, he gave up any hope for sleep and pushed the sheets off his body.

( Quietly he padded down the hallway )