WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO GIVE UP FOR LOVE? He's a lonely waiter. She's a rich heiress. He's younger, twenty-eight, and she's a little bit older, but not too much older. He doesn't know what he's doing with his life. He's lost; he's been struggling. There is some hole within him, some void, which he knows has everything to do with how he was raised and with the fact that he was adopted. Some deep sense of rejection; of not being wanted. Would he be rejected again, as he was rejected by his biological mother when he was so young? He feels like he carries this within him, a memory from that very early rejection. It makes him fear people, and not let them close. Will they attack me, as his adoptive father was so attacking and critical? Will they reject me, as his biological mother rejected him? This is how he feels, what he fears, about other people. This is why it is hard for him to let people close. What does it mean to be intimate? What does it mean to be loved, and to love? Can he learn to overcome his fears and let someone in close to him, in his life? There's some chemistry there between them, something inexplicable. He knows it, almost immediately it seems, from the first moment she comes in the restaurant. From the first moment he talks with her. She's beautiful, and engaging, and he can't help but to feel himself falling into the scary territory of vulnerability; that scary territory of falling in love. Can we ever hope to find a permanent and lasting love, or is that just something for fairy tales? Thomas McAllister decides to risk everything and bare all of the scary uncertainty and vulnerability of love to find out if he is lovable, and if this woman, Jezebel, might be the one who loves him. 'All That Is Unspoken' will draw you into what it means to love, and be loved, leaving you touched, inspired, and surprised by the capacities of the human heart.
About the Author: I write because of the fragility of our existence. I write because it's my answer to impermanence. I write because it helps me stay connected to my heart. I write because we're all different, and so much the same. I write because the world needs more tenderness. I write because I'm tired of secrets. I write because it's my path to redemption. I write because I've forsaken those that I love. I write because I want to know myself. I write because I want to know you. I write because I'm drawn towards things I shouldn't do. I write because every flower is meant to bloom. I write because life is full of paradoxes. I write because I've had to leave friends behind. I write because it's my form of prayer. I write because, when I write, I lose track of time. I write because I've walked dark streets looking for love. I write because of the way the sublime slips away from words. I write because of the twice shy part of once burned. I write because it helps me learn. I write because there are plenty of people who have written, famous well-published people, literary figures, literary giants, and I didn't like what they wrote. I write because I'm always telling myself stories anyhow. I write because I don't know all of the reasons I write. I write for you. I write. I write. I write.