I knew when I saw him that he’s the one but maybe continuing my journey is best. He makes that wanderlust feel like roots, but he pushes me away and locks me out. At least for a little while.Īdler changed it all. A broken-down car and a stretch of road somewhere in Texas means I need to see what right here has to offer. Like most of my plans, this one doesn’t go quite the way I was hoping for. My mama called it wanderlust and made me promise I’d never leave. There’s always been an unsettled part of me. Now, how can I make her put down roots and stay? Did I realize what she means to me too late? Open is not a way anyone would describe me gruff, grumpy, and aloof are more like it. I didn’t even know she would be able to pry open my heart so easily. I closed myself off, tricking myself into believing I was happy the way it was. I certainly won’t let another woman be taken down by the curse on the men in my family. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t give someone the power to hurt me again. Then why can’t I get a certain purple headed woman out of my mind? Damn it. They’re trouble and heartbreak in a beautiful package. There is no way I’m letting another woman into my life.
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