A seed
A seed of an idea for a story I’m working on:
it was not just the stubble that developed all around his chin if he hadn’t shaved for a day that made him different from all the rest - a man, not a boy. he was the first person to make her feel that it was not just okay to be a woman - but it was good. with every touch, every glance, every word said - she felt not only protected, not only desired… but also respected. she never felt she had to mother him or submit to him. in fact, she never felt she had to be anything to him. just as he would never have allowed her to change him, he left her free to be whoever she was - a person that she was now only just beginning to get acquainted with. finally, here was a man - a man with the courage to treat her as an equal.
