By guest blogger Meg Sweeney
I see your face on every flower, your eyes . . . the stars above,
It’s just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love.
Billie Holiday sang those words with her deep, husky voice, and reached into all of our hearts. Lovely Romance: wildly desired, completely innocent, fleeting and all-consuming; and always within our grasp.
For me, I have had romance in the space where I have allowed myself to believe