Tarzanxshameofjane1995engl

“Jane,” he said, and stepped closer. “I learned to speak so I could tell you the names of the stars. I learned to wear a loincloth instead of my skin because you looked at me once with something soft in your eyes. You think I want a woman made of stone and silence?”

“I see a woman who is not from here,” he said, “who chose to stay. Every day. Even when the rain rots her clothes. Even when the meat is tough. Even when I forget the word for ‘love’ and have to show her instead.” tarzanxshameofjane1995engl