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Tall and Whiskered

He is tall and whiskered, with the sort of masculinity that has cutting edges and sharp lines. He opens doors, reaching in front of you…

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Love and Writing

It’s Eira I have to thank for starting writing this. We started talking about it while we lay on the bed and relaxed. We just lay there…

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Drowned in Her Tears!

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He Adores Me Too

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The Prince

Finally the prince had arrived

“Courtesy of the Author”

When the prince came into my life, I still couldn’t know who he was. After so many mismatches, I was about to give up on the man who could be a partner to walk along with me, by my side. He arrived by bus, and I, nervous, was already watching him across the street. I cupped my hand over my eyes because the winter morning sun was strong. All I knew about him was very little and his photo, well, I didn’t get very excited. I know women tend always to wait for a beautiful prince in a golden carriage. He was my real, not my ideal. And he smiled in a way that he could be no one but the love of my life.

That’s okay, I was expecting a prince like most women of the old days who once dared to dream of being princesses. Is it not fair? Just me, who never stopped believing in enchanted kingdoms, in fairies who used wands and star dust, in royal princes? No, I hadn’t given up finding my prince. Not at all. I hadn’t given up finding the man who would make me feel like a queen, or a princess, no matter what.

We talked, me and him. I was so devastated and needy. He was shy, but not so much. He looked me straight in the eye and always smiled. He dared to ask me two questions that I will never forget. First he asked me what my life project was. What? I was surprised because no man had ever asked me that question before. And believe or not: he asked if I liked sex. He was so bold, but he made me smile. Even today, after eighteen years, he makes me smile, he protects me when I have nightmares as if I were a girl. He makes me laugh when I am sad. He never came to me without being accompanied by an immeasurable kindness, that one only enchanted princes are accredited to have. He also makes food singing, hugs me tight to say good morning and finds it funny when I run from cockroaches. He knows me, he consoles me, he comforts me and he convinces me.

However, I was only sure that he was the love of my life when I saw him standing in the library reading something that I still don’t know. I didn’t want him to see me maybe for not to break the spell of that scene. So I hid to better observe that man who came into my life, bold and gentle, feeding my devastating need, my soul and body thirsting for love. I just remember that I had a great urge to cry with tenderness. Would that be love? Was he the love that I was waiting for since my youth? It was him. Finally the prince had arrived.


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Song/Poem of the Day — Night-light

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Q by Peter Chang

A mini love story of timing.

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Help Me Wish Him Happy Birthday

While I tell the world how much I still love my birthday boy.

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Murder by Request

Is it murder if someone asks you to do it?

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SULTRY LOVE: EPISODE 1

As children we innately inherit the idea of love. What is love to you? What is love to the rest of the world? Is it the fifth element that…

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