FREE LOVE LETTERS

He used to have a life. Wife. But it wasn’t good enough. He’d lay in bed next to her wondering…

The season of bare shoulders

Isabelle remembers when he used to look like that, when the sight of his chest made her draw breath deeply,…

Last night, dreaming, I was in your arms. I felt the satin warmth of you. Your pressing solidity. This morning,…

Is it a thousand miles? I could drive there in a day and a half but still it would not…

They were the darlings of heaven. Van and Cecilia. He was beautiful. God, how I loved him. But she…she was…

The guy I think I’ve fallen for is out there, miles from here on one of a thousand impossible back…

She is a blurred Madonna, hovering like smoke in slanted light. Has she come to save me? he wonders. Is…

“He’s Brandoesque.” This is what Farud’s wife is saying about the guy in the jeans and the red t-shirt; the…

I keep my ex-lover’s secret; safe as the house we once shared. On her side of the bed, another sates…

You caught me looking. I can imagine your reaction. Dirty old man! I will not undress for your gaze. Your…