*Sighing softly as she rises from her seat. The old grey cloak draped in loose, soft folds across her arm. Gently she places it on the back of the chair. Fingers lingering for a moment along the creases that hold too many memories. A subtle shake of her head, as if trying to dislodge them with that movement. Hoping that tomorrow, they will all be ( Read more... )

I have posted this in my LJ. And still it holds so much meaning for me (the irony is never far from my thoughts). Paint me as a fool, stupid...what you will. But I will never change my mind, never betray my heart. I'm an idiot? Maybe. But I will remain true to myself despite that. After all, I am the only one that has suffered, and will continue to ( Read more... )

2 years today.