100 Naked Words

A Story in 100 Words.

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Love — exists in the light.
Love — exists in the dark.

With its own rules.
With its own mind.
With its own drive.
With its own destination.

Love — where two hearts meet.

One exists in the light.
One exists in the dark.

Love should never be static.
The war with its enemies — ambivalence, indifference — never ending.

Love should never be tepid.
Equivocation is not a love language.

Love — where two hearts meet.
Seldom where they stay.
The struggle is never ending.

Light is the portal to the dark.
Dark is the portal to the light.
Love is the vessel.

Choose wisely.

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100 Naked Words

A Story in 100 Words.

Photo by reza shayestehpour on Unsplash

I cracked the window a little so I could listen to the rainfall.
It was one of those cold, wet, dreary spring nights.
The kind perfect for red wine, a long movie, and very little clothing.

After a brief clean, I had changed the sheets, lit the candles, and dimmed the lights.

Sitting on the couch, I sifted through my phone hoping for something.
Any kind of recognition.
I knew that she knew.

We liked the sound of the rain.
That we shared.

I opened the window a little more, and poured my wine.
And waited.

And waited.

For her.

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