i dreamt that i was a police officer in charge of transporting a violent rapist to jail. we went on a cruise ship and holding his hand ensured that he wouldn't escape. twice i let go for a moment, and he ran .. twice i found him.. once, in tears. i learned that he had been repeatedly raped by his father as a child; that when he felt weak or embarrassed, his eyes glazed over with a cold, empty look that i could soothe by putting his head to mine and forcing him to focus until his wits returned

i knew that at some point he would come to understand the terrible things he'd done. i decided that i would help him, when that happened..

you curled around me like a cat.. and i was so thankful for that moment.. my heart nearly broke

my angel.

when i think of you it's of our first year together. i knew you no better.. we were no closer.. we were not, necessarily, happy.... but the memories are good

why are politicians' wives seen as speaking exclusively to the female voter, whereas the politicians themselves are required to address all genders?