A happily ever after... I wouldn't be anywhere else except with Tom. He keeps me grounded. He's the silent type, and you know wha...

Closure and new beginnings. I got through it all; I survived; I went on. I went through the closet and the dresser and took his clothes to...

Yearning. ...I found rapture in a street of yellow leaves, and the super from Guatemala, or his wife and daughter, have located it in a ...

Free to love. Inside the house, I could hear my mother's voice introducing Linda to the partygoers. She spoke slowly, no longer yellin...

The gift of love. I enjoyed the beat. "Can we dance?" Miah asks, voice nearly a whisper now. I can see through him again. We ...

Ties and recognition. Tale 1.  Bear Week Tale 2.  Friends    Quote from Friends : He sat the character down in a chair, dropped a teab...

Man's best friend knows best. :) "Dinner" Brian said, while thinking, You are reading my mind and know exactly what I want ...

First love. In a development that Mark found somewhat unnerving, his eyes were glued to the actor playing Jack every time he appeared on s...

Love and the knitted soul. It was the morning after my boyfriend told me he wanted to seek freedom from homosexuality through the power...

Finding love on the edge. They muttered and wept as they communed together and didn't really stop crying completely until they'd ...

Looking back, love was always there. ...if you can't be silly standing in a cold misty rain on the cracked asphalt of a munic...

Love at any age. Happiness found the hard way! He was hardly a child, closer to sixty than fifty. No friend to the reflections of...

The Fates. Recognizing love. The view was spectacular, city lights reflecting off the Sound in myriad dancing shimmers. I walked to th...

Anything but romance. ....The swans intrigued me, so I consented to a second date. It ended badly when he wanted to give me a full bod...

Looking for love. Kama looked at the note. "Well, I don't know what this word is," he said, picking up a pen. "But thi...

Fighting for love. Memory bathed him at the right temperature. He remembered why he'd written so passionately in his journal the nigh...

A very dear friend sent me the Fool for Love: New Gay Fiction anthology as a Christmas present, and what a wonderful present it was. I cho...