*Castor*

She brings me to my knees. Even though I am sitting, I still feel as though I have dropped to them. Somehow, it seems appropriate that this woman who thinks rules should apply equally to both genders would be the one issuing the proposal.

I scoot up, scoot nearer, and cradle her beautiful face between my scarred hands, hands that no longer seems to define me. Within her eyes, the ugliness of my past doesn’t matter ... and that is all that concerns me. How she views me. “Do you fully understand what you'll be giving up ?”

"I fully understand what I will be gaining …all that I...