I love him with as much of my soul and being as I could ever allow myself to love someone. He is tearing me apart. If you love me so unconditionally, why are there conditions? Why do you read something that "popped up in a tab" some blog that I have no clue about talking about my sexual history? I don't even know...
I am Gretel Stringing along the trail Small pieces of my heart and soul Like breadcrumbs. There is promise in the forest Hope of something great Even so I long to turn around And follow the pieces of my love Back home to safety and my other half.