Relationships... forever my curse. At this point in time of my life and the past six years.
Maybe its part of my life of lessons? Maybe I need to learn to be more selfish habits of who I talk to?
I am not afraid to love, I am afraid to not be loved back.
I crave to be read like a old fashioned bonded book. A beauty on its own, sitting and waiting for the ones who will pull me off the shelf, dust me off, and indulge their minds in the strange story that I am still becoming.
There will be things that don't make sense, or might be confusing to those without an open mind.
How I wish they wouldn't fight and run from me.
I want to be a challenge for someone. Ask me about my dreams and tell me about yours.
No more will I bend for the one I love, unless they bend with me.
Let us mold our stories into one beautiful novel.
