never forgetting past stories i remember once:

1. heart felt memories,

we sat together on the edge of a dock, and you told me you cared. you told me that you knew (sort of) what it was that i was feeling, and where to go from here. you told me things would be okay, and i knew as i laid my head on your chest that it would take some time...you are still healing many many years later.

2. notes of compassion,

he came to me late in the night, not asking to be invited. crying. i helped him take off his coat, and worn out winter boots. he asked me to help him with warmth, but i scowled. i was tired, and this awakening was not expected. but i took his hand and i kissed his cheek. "lay still a while..." i told him, and soon after he was fast asleep.

3. brinks of anger,

not once, but twice she told me. then again. i couldn't believe what i was hearing. it was as though everything was completely ignored. whatever it was that compelled her to make a mockery out of me, did not register in her visions of consummation. she was a predator, and i was a mere fly on the wall. her words spoke nothing of kindness, nor love. just of ascendancy. i regretted every time i told her i would co operate, and i flew into a pit of depression.