Rhoades Loneliness. The discomfort doesn’t simply go away with time. It has been years, and they inform me I have to move ahead. But I can’t. Blame and regret are my constant companions. Until I observe him in the spotlight and everything changes. Night after night, I view him dance. Thinking about him. What he’d feel just like. What he’d taste like. And today that I know, I’d like him even more. And maybe…just maybe, he could want me too. But not however. Not really before he knows he’s more than a quite face. Not before he knows what he means to me. I want him by my side. Us. Jointly. Austin Why can’t I neglect him? His hands touching me. His mouth on mine. Kissing me. Making me mindless. Breathless. Every evening I place awake burning up for him. Dreaming. Considering. Needing him. No-I don’t. I don’t need anyone. I lay. I want him. I’d like more. I am more. He’s seen that, and now right here I stand with my dream coming. All I need to do is consider that first step. Trust him.