With Johnny, she doesn’t see before her a glass that is half empty or half full, but instead resigns grateful in the knowledge that there is a glass before her at all. She knows him more than he will care to admit, even behind the veil of her rose colored glasses. And while she relishes in the warming glow of his love spilling from hushed lips, she does not see it as just a simple victory, as the tide changing on the craggy rocks of his shores. She is still his closed door sin, even if her scripted ‘fuck me’ has melted to tender pleas, and he whispers ‘baby’ in a soft caressing.
Another small fraction from “Internal Affairs.”
Author: Erin Elaine W.
"Sweet chestnut ~ The dark night of the soul" 