Sunday Scribblings (Courage Part II)

Courage for him would be keeping his mouth shut long enough to allow her to move on with her life. Instead, in an act of cowardice, words that he knows will keep her close roll out of his mouth. He should fear destroying the careful balance she has created, but selfishness, a touch of desire, and greed, stops him. In a different place and time, the world he could provide, and he would, with reckless abandon, but that was never an option. From the start, pain was the reality . . . for him, for her, and for countless others. But because of her beauty, stunning intelligence, and the chemistry between them, his words are boundless, his charm unending, and his wit biting. The right thing would be walk . . . far . . . and long . . . out of her life. But courage has never been his strength, so he is here, longing, waiting, and counting down the hours until he whispers sweet nothings into her ear.