your gentle gaze my heart pounds if you know me for who i am your attraction would fade repulsion, detraction, distraction how can you still pursue me after all of this? my betrayals many – my faithfulnesses few yet you are still looking at me calling me to you is it possible that a love could...

He was big. Like a vending machine. And as black as coal. I don’t mention that because I’m racist, because I don’t think I am. I mention it because he was. His eyes were sunken into his skull and the whites around his dark pupils burst with brightness by contrast. My one-year-old daughter knew...