STIAN KLO
SHINE ON: (left) After hours of waiting, the lights put on a spectacular show;
Ruary is the name of the tumultuous and stormy object of my desire, and he is dancing just beyond my reach. The more I long for him, the more he eludes me. We all know the sort, right? His absence physically pains me, but rarely have I wanted something more. Until, finally, there he is. My icy heart melts as my eyes fill with light, and my soul sings to the tune of his swooning presence. It’s love.