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    Chapter 1

    Haven’t you ever met someone you know deserves the best? To be treated like a queen or a goddess every day of their perfect existence? That when they hurt, you hurt? When they smile, you smile?

    No?

    I have. She’s my best friend. No, scratch that, she’s my better half. Seriously I was made to love her, the big love, the one that resembles the star-crossed lovers belonging to the depths of renowned literature. I remember the day I first saw her, the day she called me her friend, the day I realized I was in love with her. I remember that feeling where I would have traded in every prayer and wish-upon-a star to feel what it was like to be loved by her. Now that I have… Holy hell. I ain’t ever going back.

    This isn’t just admiration for a beautiful woman, I love her. I ’m in love with her. Who wouldn’t be? If you spent even a fleeting moment in her company you would know how I felt. She asked me once if I were her for one day what would I do in her body? The first and only thought that entered my Calliope-centric brain was ’Kiss me’. Of course I answered more appropriately, something along the lines of ’Read Gray’s Anatomy from start to finish, just to give her a headache.’ I remember her laughing at that – don’t even get me started on her laugh. Infectious, adorable, pure, simplistic joy… No, stop. I’ll never know why she chose me, loved me and agreed to spend the rest of her life with me. All I know is that I will never take her for granted.

    I love women, I love all different types of women. Whether they are blonde, brunette, or red heads. Curvy or slim. Tall or small. I love women. I love the way they pay attention to detail or remember exact conversations held years previous. The curve of their back, the different faces each individual woman make in the throws of an orgasm. I love it all, but only one woman holds my heart. Only Calliope matters. Over the years We have shared ’I love you’s, laughs, tears of sadness and of happiness, comforted each other in times of grief or distress, whispered resolute secrets in the dark whilst sharing the same pillow, held hands whilst getting matching tattoos, and spoken sober thoughts whilst drunk out of our minds in college. Yet never in the 15 years of knowing this angelic woman, have I doubted that I was in love with her. Even when we were ’just friends’ did I not think she was the most amazing, perfect, flawless creature that had ever graced my life with her presence. I pride myself in knowing I have always treated her like a lady, like she deserves. Even if it meant going 10 minutes out of my way to send flowers to her office every Monday because I know she hates her morning meeting and orchids make her smile.

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    1. Thanks for asking. I’ve been unable to get into The L Word stories for over 24 hours. I keep getting an “ERROR” message so I found this way of getting round the hurdle.

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