I suppose he is that all consuming passionate affair where dancing too close to the sun is the folly of the heart. Everyone should at least have one of those. He was not my great love. True love demands nothing, is worn so comfortably one only misses it when it is gone. Nor can I simply call this lust for there is more here than flesh and bone. This desire stokes the flames, searing the edges and burning memories into your brain. Such passion can lead one astray. Perhaps that is its magic as you dance a misstep, creating a new rhythm and spin off into the unknown.
All I know is without him my life would not have been the same and with him I glimpsed what could be.
– Rye (A Character)
*Snippet from unfinished novel in Nomad Series by Teresa Little