I have to believe that someday all of this will make sense. The flames might burn out or the house might burn down, but it has to boil down to something. Right? Surely we won’t spend the rest of our lives sitting in wonder, fighting an itch that we’ll never be brave enough to scratch.
I’ve written plenty about the fantasy – all the sexy secrets, the happily ever after. But maybe it’s time to put another spin on things. Maybe we never take it too far, and maybe we learn to love it. We could be the best of friends if we agree to keep the course.