No matter the resolve I think I have, I always end up in your arms. I can’t resist you. Your feelings for me show in all the little things you do. You fuss over me. You make me laugh. I live for your storytelling. My heart aches at the thought of you going away. I love you. Take me with you. We could blink and the years would fly. —Spider Monkey
This article appears in Jan 16-22, 2014.
