Armor is not Amore

The excitement of being ‘his’ faded when lights weren’t on him. In that space between stage-light and candlelight. This ate at me, but I couldn’t figure it out. Figured he, too, needed a safe retreat from the world. He was a typical friendly and popular figure. Atypically handsome, strong, and kind. He was the perfectly … Continue reading Armor is not Amore