"'A wild, wicked slip she was; but she had the bonniest eye, the sweetest
smile, and lightest foot...'"
-Emily Bronte, "Wuthering Heights"
I am far away from the one I love. So to him I write my fantasies. To give outlet to my desires and explore the things I long to try when time and distance no longer thwart me. I wait and write for my wordsmith, my quixotic poet. I wait to be in his arms again.
