Carol Aird

What are you thinking? You know how many times a day I ask you that?

God, you’re breathtaking.

You feel so nice, honey.

Where do you want me?

Dearest. There are no accidents and he would have found us one way or another. Everything comes full circle. Be grateful it was sooner rather than later. You'll think it harsh of me to say so, but no explanation I offer will satisfy you. Please don't be angry when I tell you that you seek resolutions and explanations because you're young. But you will understand this one day. And when it happens, I want you to imagine me there to greet you, our lives stretched out ahead of us, a perpetual sunrise. But until then, there must be no contact between us. I have much to do, and you, my darling, even more. Please believe that I would do anything to see you happy. So, I do the only thing I can... I release you.

My angel. Flung out of space.

You're trembling.

I never looked like that.

And do you live alone?

Ask me. Things. Please.

Nothing lately. Maybe you'd like to come visit me some time. You're welcome to. At least there's some pretty country around where I live. Would you like to come visit me this Sunday?

What a strange girl you are.

Flung out of space.

Isn't that something other people let you know you have? All you can do is keep working. Use what feels right. Throw away the rest.

Were those pictures of me you were taking at the tree lot?

Don't apologize.

I'm no martyr. I have no clue what is best for me. But I do know, and I feel it in my bones, what is best for my daughter.

Forgive me, shopping makes me nervous.

I ordered a gift from her desk. I forgot my gloves. So, she returned them and I thanked her.

I would like to make love to you if that is alright?

Caresses your face with my hand

Brushes your hair behind your ears