Is tonight the night when I dare to be honest, to hope that he feels the same as I do?
I will fill my shop with darkness and light, with fabric and art and listen and be thankful.
I will let myself relax and find my funny self. I will help him relax and find his safety and humor.
Please Gods and Goddesses, let us have some tenderness, some touch, some faith in life and maybe, just maybe a tentative but valient love. If I were ever to have a lover, it would be someone kind and sensitive as him.
Let me be worthy, I pray.
Slante.
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