I thought it was real. I wanted it so badly that I forced it to manifest before my eyes. I could touch it, taste it, smell it. It was right there, beating with life and radiating beauty. I pulled it toward me, yearning for what had been lost. I honestly believed it was mine to have again. I succumbed to its will, hungry for whatever it could offer ( Read more... )

The accepted saying is that "love is blind." But what if it were actually more true to say that love is senseless? It can attack all five senses in one single motion, not merely sight alone. Smell and touch can also be affected in a way. One certain smell can conjure up a myriad of memories. A touch of fleece can recall a night spent by the ( Read more... )