You belong somewhere you feel free

RE: “A beautiful moth... She sprang to her feet to follow it—not in the spirit of the hunter, but of the lover.” —George MacDonald, The Day Boy and the Night Girl

Stream Sipping

sending you out alone into a room thick with the hunger of other men.

He thinks he is giving you a gift, while his car sits locked and alarmed in the driveway.

Then you look across the lounge and see a couple who does the opposite...

a man whose hand never leaves her lower back, whose eyes warn the room away.

The mirror stings because you realize his "trust" is just a lack of appetite.

I pulled her flush against my chest, feeling her heartbeat racing, and whispered,

"He treats you like a public park. I treat you like a sanctuary.

Stop looking for a man who is content to let the world stare at his prize."

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