Fiction

The Naked Woman

White Feather
3 min readNov 18, 2020

What was missing?

Photo by Andrea Junqueira on Unsplash

If only I could love the world as much as I love her.

That is the question Gerard had been asking himself for weeks. He loved her with every fiber of his being. When he was with her he was in heaven. He felt complete. He felt like he was his true self; the expression of his divine being. She was his goddess and when he was with her he felt like a god…

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