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, 25 February 2021
He saw, he really saw and understood! He saw my fears, my worries, my anxiety and knew I was starting to pull away. And instead of getting upset and complaining about it he just took me in his arms and held me. We didn't talk, he just held me close, then with great gentleness he guided me to laying down beside him, and we just laid there, and I listened to his heart beating, he rubbed my back until I fell asleep again. Dare I say.. I might actually be falling for him? Too soon to tell though, but after the panic attack subsided I find myself light hearted, able to smile and breath again. Until next time.
