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.
Thursday, 04 February 2021
Well, I've taken that step again, a long time friend asked me to be his.. he's made a great many promises as I did tell him my past and how I am terrified, because I've hurt so many others because of the fact I have trouble letting people close, or I push them away when they finally do get close. I don't mean to. But he promised to take it slow, and to stick around even if I pull away. I'm so very scared as I have heard that promise before and it was not kept. But he gave me a ring and a promise to stay, to wait patiently when I pull away, and be my haven when I come back to him. We will see... I'm scared to hope.. yet I find it blooming in me again.
