Don’t worry about me. I’ve survived the hell I’ve put myself through, This next one feels like a breeze to me. Be at peace, for that’s what you deserve.
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Feelings are a drug under which love slowly dies.
If there’s anything I have learned from the relationships I’ve had, it’s that feelings might be a great way to start it off but always end up to be the reason for things to end. The problem might lie with society and how love is portrayed. Whenever we are shown “love” in any form of fiction it’s always about the happy feelings, the joy it brings people to even see each other, the feeling of wanting to be together. The emphasis lies heavily on the spark itself that ignites the flame, but you never see it grow into the comforting fire that will light up the path together. People have…