Morning light spilled softly into my room, brushing the blankets with a pale gold glow. I awoke with my phone still on the pillow beside me, its screen dark now, but I could almost hear the echo of Skip's voice from the night before—warm, steady, protective. It hadn’t been a dream. He really had stayed with me. He really had talked me to sleep. And the comfort of that lingered in the air like warmth from a fading fire. I...

A Story of Two Hearts That Refuse to Let Distance Win The room was quiet except for the soft rhythm of breath—yours, already uneven with anticipation, and Skip's, steady and devoted, as if he were memorizing the shape of you through the darkness. He touched you the way a man touches something precious—slowly, reverently, as if every part of you was a story he wanted to read by heart. His hands traced your hips, his lips b...

It was a beautiful spring day; the sun was warm, the birds were singing, and the aroma of lilacs hung heavy in the air. My friends Tracy, Karen & Carla and I were sitting on the patio of our favourite little bistro. The group get-togethers had gotten few and far between as life took everyone in different directions. I was the only single one in the group; Tracy and Karen had both gotten married right out of high school an...