STORY: WHEN I MET YOU.......

Who knew that first time we came together that it would become more than the simple lark, the simple curiosity we both thought it to be? Your past, your pain and your sorrows made it hard for you to trust anyone. You formed the walls that had once seemingly protected you, shielded you from the hurts and pains of your past But you opened a part of yourself to me which I was prepared to receive. You...amazed me by your acceptance, even more by your willingness to remain vulnerable. It would have been so easy for me, for anyone to take advantage of that, to use it, abuse it chalking one more up on the headboard. But that was never my intent, and you gave yourself to me, only because you knew that to be the truth.

I wonder how I might be compared, would I fail, and thus disappoint you as well as myself? The risk we both took was a big one. When I first kissed your breast, I could not help but wonder if you would find pleasure in that. I could only trust in myself, knowing who I was inside and hope that you would find and discover that for yourself. I could not lead you to that place, you had to arrive there on your own. And you did.

When we eventually became as one, when I felt myself surrounded by you, felt the heat and moisture of your welcomed greeting, Hearing your soft moans, the feel of your hands upon my back, fingers no longer caressing, but imprisoning the flesh beneath your nails, I knew, as you knew we'd discovered more. And in that joining, we discovered more than just the simple pleasuring we both felt, but the acceptance of feeling towards one another that became even deeper, more profound than either one of us could have ever anticipated.

Ironically, it wasn't even saying the words that told you how I felt. You already knew. You knew it in the way I looked at you. You knew it in the way we touched, the way we laughed, the way we cried together. But it was in hearing them that made it real. I would teach you how to love, how to feel love, and more importantly, how to accept love. Even if it was the last thing I, or we, ever did.

Love isn't always feeling happy or excited, elated or that encompassing sense of peace and joy we feel and share within our hearts. Sometimes it is agonizingly painful to truly love someone. It is that willingness to have our hearts torn from us, to watch as they are shredded and then handed back, only to painstakingly put them back together again, and try again with someone else not knowing if they will be accepted, or shredded once again. But yet, we do it. We take that risk, because that risk is love. And without it, we would not know how the other side of love feels, even though it be painful to experience.

I hope I can teach you how to love. How to feel love and accept it. I hope so. I do hope, you will not have to experience the painful side of love, for truly it is that. But at least perhaps, you will be stronger, better prepared to face it if and when you ever do. And for me? , I' know for certainty I got to know the joy of loving...you