“The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin Good morning, friends. Join me for my #ThursdayThoughts. Last week, I had asked a question that, as many of you know, has now sadly disappeared. So because I lost all of your responses, I hope you will humor me again and answer: At what age did you first fall in love? And was it really love or looking back, do you understand it differently? I first fell in love (I'm not counting my crush at 8 in the hospital when I got my tonsils out ;)) when I was 13. Sigh. He was a football player; I, a cheerleader. And he was a poet, a brooding poet, who left me morsels in my locker and on my notebooks and kissed me for the first time under my favorite tree as he trailed his hand up the side of my body, giving me goosebumps I won't ever forget. And I know it was real love. We still have a relationship today. He moved. And then I took up with his best friend. But that I shall leave alone. So how about you? Share with me. And--was it real? (For the record, I first asked for a WIP I'm working on.)
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I LOVE to write and read. I particularly enjoy reading erotic romance that has tons of emotion in it. I hope you will ask me questions and share your favorite authors and novels. I welcome all feedback.
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