His eyes follow me as I walk across the room. I hang up the phone and return to my computer. I can feel his gaze on my back. So I laugh nervously and ask, "Why are you staring at me?" With the serenity of a thousand oaks and the sincerity of a thousand years, he comes to me and takes my hand, "You amaze me." The air is bereft of sound as he kisses me and thanks me for my resiliency, positivity, and light in the trials of my life. And for the first time, I cannot doubt I am loved.
The Good Stuff.
