When the Wolf Bites: Part I
April 7, 2016
“God, I remember when you used to wear it like this,” he said softly, almost wistfully. “When you wore buckskins, with a sheath of arrows on your back and when you carried knives. And a day never goes by when I don’t love you more than the day before. But there it is. That’s how I feel. It’s quite extraordinary how much I love you. I never knew such feelings were possible. You sit opposite me at a dining table, within the glow of candlelight and I see no other woman in the room but you. Or when I watch you sleeping , deep in the night, how do I bare it, such love.”