She is a lovely, sweet young Korean woman named Michelle (not her real “Canadian” name). We met this evening and I immediately got a good feeling about her, in large part because she likes my dog. And in small part because she hates bugs. She would fit right in here!
But first, the requisite back story.
“Sometimes hunger has to be fed with love.”
My guy said this to me once, not realizing the impact it would have on my thoughts. With me, this is a regular occurrence.
Hunger and the yearning for love; are they really all that different from each other? Or are they really just the same thing, but with different imagery attached to each?