Something that imbues: You are accepted. You are wanted. You are loved.
At what point in time do you fill your arms with that one person without the feeling of guilt, fear of rejection, dishonor amongst men.
At what point in time do you jump at the chance for a solace embrace…shedding your morals and inculpability?
Maybe its not meant to be. Maybe its up to the other person to sooth your own morale into a decadent slumber.
Or maybe I should just embrace her…and give her the most passionate kiss imaginable…letting her know this is who I am…and this is who I will be. A martyr, savior, enchanter combined.