You came at the end of destruction, bringing light to my dark path, dressing it with friendship, affection and sensitivity. You set me free, enabling me to feel again, to give and receive pleasure. The feel of your warm flesh against mine, your arms holding me in a safe embrace. It was a reality that felt like a dream. Those moments are rare, an untarnished beauty, a polished perfection. I consumed all I could, knowing you weren't mine to fully possess. I can own it now. It burns in my bones, a certainty I can carry forward. Can it happen again? Thoughts of you bring hope, that maybe it can.