“My heart was bursting at the seams, longing to feel again. My skin was crawling with anticipation for the next fix of sensation that traveled from my fingers to my toes to my core. Was it my time or was it too late as I had convinced myself of so long ago? He made me feel again, but I hadn’t decided if I loved or hated him for it. It took only one moment to destroy the walls that years of pain and disappointment had built. To destroy me. To make me want more. Only I didn’t know if…
I read. And quilt. A lot.