Monday, 26 August 2013


And as he holds her still beating heart in his hands he knows what he has done. He has turned her fears into truth. 

And now it is time for her to heal. For her to gain closure on a book that has no ending. And hope that one day she will find what she thought she had found, true love. 

But before spring comes winter. For without pain growth cannot take place. Buds of a renewed spirit can only be born from the ashes of a heart broken.

Once upon a time, a girl met a boy, a boy being the operative word, but a boy she loved nonetheless.