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“Yeah, well, love is a fickle thing, isn't it? One minute you have it, the next it's gone... or someone is trying to say you can't be together because you live in different zip codes.”

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Go the Distance

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“Per? You can come out now." A figure slowly emerged from the shadows. "Are they gone?" "No one is here," he reassured her, his voice dropping to a new calm at the sight of her. She was exquisite. He loved everything about her, from the crown of silver flowers she wore in her black hair to the dark eyes that offset her tan skin. For the first time ever, he even noticed clothing. He couldn't help admiring how she favored cobalt blue for her gown over drab browns. Today's dress was clipped at her waist with a floral silver belt. "What did the Fates say?" she asked, sounding timid for the first time since he'd met her. She was anything but a wallflower. She was fiery. He loved that about her most of all. He glided over and put his arms around her. "I'm on my way to see them right now. I don't want you to worry. I thought you were going to go do that thing to take your mind off all that." "I am," she said with a smile. "You're going to love it." He doubted that, but he wanted her to be happy. "In any case, we'll make sure the future is in our favor. Even if we have to burn the whole world to the ground.”

“Minthe. Her name is a weighted feeling in my chest. I’ve been jealous before. Not like this. There is venom behind it. I wonder how long they’ve known each other. How did they meet? Do they go on dates? Does she own a hair comb identical to the one he gave me? I want to know, even though each answer would come with a sting. I could tell him the truth. Get her trouble. Maybe she would even get fired. …Would they break up? I don’t like feeling this way.”

“I have thought about taking you in every way imaginable to this realm. I have spilled myself as I fall apart with visions of you riding me, restrained beneath me, suspended above me, and your name a curse upon my lips. I am damned, my flower. You are a holy, pure thing. The most I can have of you is in those thoughts. Watching you, hearing you…it was better than I ever could have imagined. You gave me an incredible gift and a curse; I'll never be able to forget what that felt like, looked like, and sounded like. I will always want you.”

“A corollary of this has been that Christians have thought that they should only create art with a Pollyanna quality to it: paintings of birds and kittens, movies that extol family life and end happily, songs that are positive and uplifting – in short, works of art that show a world that is almost unfallen where no one experiences conflict and where sin is naughty rather than wicked.”