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.
Wednesday, 30 December 2020
I find myself infatuated with someone, who... More then likely doesn't feel the same about me. He doesn't even know I like him, or that I would like to get to know him better. Sadly he doesn't wake often. Why is it the sleepyheads that I fall for?