All I hope is that my loyal words of love go through your rusted armor and into your broken heart...

My deepest desire?
Hold you in my arms for one blissful moment, one last time.

My greatest joy?
Watching your rare, handsome smile.

It made my heart flutter to painful extents.

Those warm early summer nights, where our bodies moved as one.
Your taste, your smell, your touch, the feel of your skin under my fingers

Those short, brief expressions of early love.
I knew how hard it was for you to mutter them.

And I was grateful, happy and fulfilled. For it was hard for me too.

Your gentle ways, the absolute pleasure of your company.

Finally, two lone wolves have found each other.

But alas, it was not meant to be.

Distance and time created an insurmountable rift.
The perpetual silences, the lies, the disrespect. The void of confusion.

The love I felt soon became resentment, then anger.
Refusing to go down without a fight, that is my warrior nature.

My words of concern where only met with drunken mockery. Condescending. Smugness.

He never loved me. Something changed. It was useless.

No explanations that would soothe a chaotic heart.

Sometimes, the best thing is just to walk away.

But the rage and confusion remain, like fire embers on a dark night.

I'll never forget those sultry summer nights,
Where our dancing bodies moved as one,
Not completely man,
Not completely woman,
But two fused souls moving to the rhythm of our beating hearts...

Nunca olvidaré aquellas sensuales noches de verano,
Donde nuestros cuerpos se movían como uno,
No eramos una mujer completa,
No eramos un hombre completo,
Sino dos almas fusionadas danzando al ritmo de nuestros corazones latiendo...

My fiercest desire.
Is to get lost in your sapphire eyes,
Exult in your flowing golden hair,
until I'm breathless with longing.

Your smell.
That speaks of sage-filled plains,
scorching suns,
and quenching rains.

Rugged arms around me,
hearts synchronized in beating.
The female weakness,
that yearns for the virile touch
of that chosen one.

Two lost souls,
that have finally found each other,
following a trail of silver tears
and shattered illusions...

Farewell, my Nordic lover,
This is where we part ways, and souls.
I will no longer get lost in your sapphire eyes,
or exult in your flowing golden hair.

No more wild, masculine scent,
That tells of sage-filled plains,
scorching summer suns,
and quenching silver rains.

No more rugged hands caressing me.
No more beating hearts synchronized,
or kisses that ignite my delicate skin,
with the feral savagery of unbridled passion.

No more cheap beer spilled around,
or echoing, crystallized laughter.
No more bear hugs that can crush bones,
but instead can soothe a lonely heart.

Goodbye, my handsome Nordic lover,
This is where we forever part ways.
I wish you complete happiness,
For I will not see you again...

El otro día estaba caminando por un centro comercial y todo el mundo me miraba raro. Después caí en cuenta que era la única que andaba con un libro…

I was walking around a mall the other day and people were giving me weird looks. Later, I realized I was the only one carrying a book…