The old door creeked open. I glanced inside the room. How long ago has it been? Five? Six years? These rooms are familiar, but I am not. I’ve changed. I’m different. I’m someone new and someone so old…
I am all that I am. I’ve been using… I’ve been using the other blog for this. But it didn’t feel right. This are my people. You here. I miss my writing. I miss my words. I miss pouring my heart onto page.
I miss my romantic words and purple prose as the words danced across the page.
Do I want to unlove him?
Well, then… I will tell you our story.
Once upon a time, there was a queen, and she loved her imp.
Suppressing my love for him… is hurting me.