Confessions – Holding Love

I hope he, too, felt we made love whenever we held hands. ~Just L (May 11, 2016) Author's Note: I remember the spark the first time I pressed my hand into his. Standing tall, beside him in the back of the crowded room, hiding smiles, sharing silent dreams.  See also: Wait For Him #abouthim

Traveling Light

The road I travel will always be bright, because it is and forever completely mine-- Your inability to see me for the beauty and light that I am does not dull my shine-- It simply makes your path darker. ~Just L (April 16, 2016)