An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Friday, 04 November 2016
Yet again I find myself alone. Found someone sweet, warned him I am a runner... I run from anyone who gets close. He promised me no matter how I tried to run he would chase me and catch me and bring me back. Then asked me to be his bondmate after only a handful of days together so I of course said no, I was not and am not ready for that. Especially so soon! So technically, I didn't even get the chance to run from him as I have every guy who has tried to get close because he retreated after I said no, saying he needed to be alone. Forcing my hand to once again break someones heart, as I told him I was done. I tire of hurting people I care about. Perhaps it is time I realize I am meant to be alone, before I hurt someone else.
