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"But I think love is about trust. I trust that he loves me. There is no official piece of paper you sign that says you love someone, there's no vow you take or anything that guarantees you are in love. Yes there are marriages and Civil Partnerships, but that doesn't confirm love. Love is trust. I trust that he won't go off with anyone else, I trust that he won't keep huge secrets from me or go off and live another life. And I trust that if, one day, he decides he no longer wants to be with me then he'll tell me."

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"Fantasies are Wild"

A fantasy is a dangerous thing.
When barricades fall,
And desires take wing.

The temperature is rising,
I'm losing control,
In my dreams I have you
Now I want you whole.
My heart rate is climbing -
Your torturing me.
Well if can't have you,
Won't you just let me be?

It's midnight now,
And I just can't sleep.
The fantasies I have of you
Won't give me any peace.
I burn with a desire,
I just can't let go.
Will this heart-ache last forever?
Does anybody know?

Reality is blurred
When you're in this state of mind.
I'm looking for a love
That's so hard to find.
My soul is filled with lust.
Can't you see it in my eyes?
A warning to you darling;
My fantasies are running wild.
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"Eyelash wishes"

I want to lay close to you. On our backs, on a bed, on top of the covers. I want you to raise your left hand. As it is the closet one to me. I will lift mine to meet yours and intertwine our fingers. Lightly caressing the back of your hand with my thumb. I know it will give you a thousand shivers down your spine.

We don't have to say much in the beginning. Taking comfort in the breath of our love. I let go and turn to face you. Your eyes meet mine for just an instant. I bring my fingers to your face and stroke your eyelashes. Amazed at their length, puzzled by their softness. They are the protectors of such a beautiful part of your being.

You turn to face me and I notice one has landed on your cheek. You blink a few times and I kiss you before you can speak. It's like dying. Each time I kiss you I feel myself losing a piece of myself. Into you. Through you. Consumed by you.

I press my index finger to the lonely lash. I am overwhelmed by sadness. It will never be a part of you again. How sad that must be. To be a piece of you for so long and then never again. It clings to my finger and I hold it in front of you to see.

Make a wish

You look back at me. With a vivid intensity you look into me. It's just a wish but I can see now how much it means to you. It's as if you don't want to tell me because you're afraid it won't come true if you allow it to be reveiled. But you want me to know so bad. You want to be able to tell me with your eyes. Our stare unbroken.

My finger with lash in tow rests just in front of your lips. I watch as you take in a breath. You close your eyes and blow just hard enough for the loan lash to begin it's journey without you. I give up trying to spot it and return my gaze to your beautiful face. A tear streams down your temple making its way to one of the many pillows. I do what's natural and attempt to wipe it away. Before I reach your face another lash appears.

I pick it up the same way I had done with the first. You find your smile and turn to face me. And at that moment I learned that miracles can come in the smallest form. With the voice of an angel you spoke.

I wished for a thousand more lashes to make a million more wishes to spend forever with you.

And so the night continued. With you in my arms. Forever.