Damian's Windsor

by Ebony Farashuu

I need a man who will look me in the eyes and honestly like who I am on any given day, not someone who wants to try and mold me into his version of the perfect woman.

“I don’t like to talk about it. You think you have time… until you don’t.”

walls. Being inside of her was like church. It was spiritual. She was my peace. I was saved.

lost more than my composure when I saw her… I lost my heart.

The moment the words left her mouth and filled my ears, my conscience was flooded with the realization that love was more than an emotion… it was a responsibility.

I just want to love her for as long as she’ll let me, and then five more minutes after that.

didn’t even want to make love, I just wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel him on the other side of the bed… hear his shallow breaths in the dark as he slept beside me. I wanted the security of knowing he was there. I wanted safety without fear.

“I know l act like I have my shit together, but deep down I still have cracks from where I glued myself back together.

“I feel energized,” she stroked my beard and kissed me gently. “I feel like my energy feeds off yours… not like a… parasite, but more like… we share the same energy. We fuel one another. When my battery is low… all you have to do is touch me and suddenly I’m at full capacity.”