tender_bloom Sonya The buds of tender emotion blossomed within her petite bosom. She could feel the petals of care and passion unfolding within her beating heart as she laid awake at night thinking of him. She often wondered if this blossoming took place within his soul as well. There was no way to know for sure, except by seeking out his heart and somehow grasping onto a shred of his spirit that floated in the air. He often commented about her long black hair, saying it was lovely and always saying how much he wanted to touch it. It was not only beyond his reach, but being deliberately kept from his hands as a sort of game. She knew she was playing a harsh game of seduction but continued at a gradual pace. This was to end soon, for she knew that the tender blooming had begun a long time ago. There was no sense in pretending that things were ordinary, or easy for that matter. His guiding spirit permeated the breeze of the bay. It embraced her whenever she went to the tiny beach to consult the stars. The thought of him would always soothe her, though she worried about him incessantly. She realized that many monthes ago something was blooming between them that was far from typical. It was not some friendship to be taken for granted, but always nurtured. Like a faithful gardener she would tend to the bond between them with a gentle spray of concern, even at such a great distance. Her dreams were often filled with visions of him intensely staring into her dark brown eyes. Of course this would often be followed by him wiping the happy tears away from her cheeks. There was nothing left to question except the reason why they stumbled upon in each other in such a fashion. As the blooming only continued within her and overtook her spirit, she could only hope that they would never lose hold of each other no matter what happened. Whatever it was that blossomed between them would never perish, for her empathy would always carry it along, and his bravery would always defend it. They both knew this, even though they could not put a name on the shimmering blossom that always grew between their hearts. 011226 ... randomly recent nice. there's more, but you never wrote it. or perhaps you did, and I haven't looked. ! 040113 what's it to you? who go blather from