Zane

Please, God, don't let me be wrong about her, about what I felt, what I saw when I looked into her trusting eyes.

I wanted her physically.

I craved her emotionally.

To be able to stay in a hotel room by myself - had been like defeating a giant. She had no way of knowing that, but what do you say to the person who, inch by inch, holds your hand while you tell them about the invisible monsters, the type that, to anyone else, make no sense at all, but to ...