Oso Mayor


I was in my early teens again. All my relatives were there, just like when we grew up. Every cousin, every aunt and uncle, my dead grandmother was even present. We were at the cottage they had built that later had become their home.

My heart was smiling. I can’t remember the last time I truly smiled. Not since she … Continue reading


Maybe I’m scared because you mean more to me than any other person. You are everything I think about, everything I need, everything I want.

And people say Minmatar can’t be romantic, I thought to myself, as I finished composing my note while on the shitter.

Amor Feroz

I don’t love casually. When I love, it’s fierce. It’s my soul ripped wide open and raw. It’s my whole heart on display. It’s all I have and everything I know, handed to you, like a gift. I hope you unwrap it gently. I’m essentially giving you the knife and showing you exactly where to hurt me deepest, where to wound me so deeply that I may never recover.

That is how fiercely I love you.

– Unknown Sebeistor Poet

The Razor

– by Sherrilyn Kenyon

When you love someone … truly love them, friend or lover, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt – you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul.