My friends call me Wrath,” says Raffe. “My enemies call me Please Have Mercy. What’s your name, soldier boy?” Raffe’s mocking tone brings a flush to my cheeks for no reason.

Him that I love, I wish to be free — even from me.

If you feel better without me, then I am ready to feel bad without you…

I am ready for love, but I am not a seeker of it. My truth is; the more I love who I am, the more I will attract my perfect mirror of love to meet...

The best way to love your man, is to help him rise, let him feel his worth so strongly through your eyes; that he has no option but to become greater.

Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for new friends, and for this evening of fellowship. We ask that you guide our conversations, and that they’ll be pleasing to you. We thank you for this food and...