"I loved a woman. She never felt like a woman to me. Just… a person. A beautiful, shattered, stunning person. It wasn’t her looks, or her many talents that made me fall in love with her. Nor was it the graceful way she moved, or the beautiful beautiful way her voice echoed in the air as she sang. I fell for the cracked and damaged parts of her. And as we laid tangled in a bed, as we were falling and falling fast, until we were utterly consumed by each other, the rest of the world was muffled, the rest wrong. And she felt so right. "
Guys I'm trying. HELP. Writer's block is my enemy.