The Wind Blows Backward...
"Hearing his voice whispering in my ear, feeling his hands on my skin, his lips on my mouth, I forgot to be scared, forgot everything except how much I loved him. I wanted to be his, I wanted to give myself to him. Not just my body. All of me. My whole life --- my loneliness, my sadness, my happiness. Everything. There was no going back. Not for me. Not for him."
-Mary Downing Hahn