Sarra Cannon

"You can tell me if you want." I move closer to him and put my hand on his cheek. "We both have our secrets. Scars we're afraid to let anyone see. Whatever it is, I won't judge you.

He approaches me with tears in his eyes. I throw my arms around him and pull him behind the pillar at the edge of the walkway. His coat falls to the ground at our feet.
He tenses and looks around to see if anyone is watching us. “I don’t want to make this harder for you,” he says. “I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and how very proud I am.”
I smile and wipe a tear from his cheek. “I love you, too,” I want to do this the right way. No lies. No hiding. Just the truth.”
Then, without a care in the world about who sees us together, I grab his tie and pull him in for a kiss.

I realized it was all a lie. This life I was living was a pretty picture on the outside, but it wasn't real. On the inside, it was hollow and meaningless and I realized that's not who I wanted to be for the rest of my life.

Every piece of me, body and soul, yearns for him.
He makes love to me then, and we savor each moment, knowing it may be our last.