He had never known a woman experienced in so many ways yet still innocent.
He closed his eyes and freely envisioned her face. Resisting the possibility of her was pointless. With his eyes to the stars, he drank in all his senses could bear until the cold and elation nearly overtook him.īack in the cabin, as Ian lay alone, he no longer pushed away the idea of Leila. Ian had never been struck with such clarity in any moment-clarity of mind and purpose. In fact, none of the woes or injustices of his lot in Millville were of any lasting consequence. What did his father, a drunk, know of living life to its fullest? Furthermore, not all dreams were foolish any more than all women were self-serving. Worse yet, Ian’s immobilization and fear of disapproval from a man in the grave had deprived him of real purpose. According to his father’s plan, dreams were inevitably sacrificed on the altar of real life, rendering the safety of a pre-plotted course to all who submit.
Bad enough that he had abandoned his father’s plan for him to be a doctor, but to foolishly forfeit a good job and solid strategy was unthinkable. He was afraid of failure, of not being good enough, of his father’s chastisement for chasing a silly dream. The reasons he was then unable to admit to himself now came with full admission.
0 kommentar(er)
