Category: Musings of a Hopeless Romantic
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Coming Home
He walked in the door. It had been a long day. She stood over the stove, stirring something in a pot. She looked amazing—she always did. Even after all these years, she still took his breath away. He stepped up behind her and gently placed a hand on her hip. She turned toward him, their… Read more
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Loves Despair
He was overwhelmed with a sense of dread. Lost. Vulnerable. Afraid—not just of losing her, but of the inevitable end he couldn’t shake from his mind. So he did what he always did when fear took over: he put up walls. He distanced himself, pushed her away. It was excruciating. He didn’t fully understand why… Read more
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Natural Beauty
His heart swelled whenever he saw her. She was a natural beauty—her brown eyes held a depth of feeling that mesmerized him. He often got lost in them. She had a habit of squinting when she looked at him, and he loved it. Her button nose would scrunch up in the cutest way. It also… Read more
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Musings of a Hopeless Romantic
He waited for her, naked in bed, excited to be near her. She had an impact on him in so many ways. His manhood stirred at just the thought of her. The door opened.She walked in—so beautiful, so professional—in a black skirt that accentuated her wonderful curves. Her white blouse, paired with a scarf, gave… Read more