i couldn't stop crying after reading the article from Salon.com about Renee and Ty. my heart breaks.
is it always better to live? i don't know what i would do if i could no longer see my beloved's face or kiss those luscious lips. there isn't just commitment; there are also intimacy and passion. part of my self definition includes how i perceive sexual attraction to and from the opposite sex.
she looks off into space, her future, and her fiance's future. she stand at the edge of a knife, either side to untold, imagined hardships. she holds onto the bouquet because it feels like it's in her time with its soft fragrance, textured stem. only if this moment doesn't move forward. she must make a choice and live with it. there is quiet resolution to commit to her decision.
i wish them the best, the determination, stamina, and health. may their love grow and bloom into joy and peace.
