Voices Without Reason
Is it because I'm female that I invent such crazy ideas in my head? Or...is it because this is where all forces of my mind dwell, waiting to drive my insecurities? Maybe it doesn't matter. It is what it is. I'm not happy, as per my definition of the word happy. But I feel...those stirrings in my heart, again. His heart connected to mine. Moments of right. So much work, we are. I didn't expect it to be like this. He's trying, and I thrill to that, breathe it, love it. But still...there is that... Sign in to see full entry.