Originally posted on The Fickle Heartbeat:
Shared by Placid’s Place.
She wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to do? As usual she’d been carried along with the flow of things, carried along by the longing to love someone, to hold them in her arms and care for them. To have them look in her eyes and see her own love mirrored back at her. She wanted so desperately to feel so completely loved that it consumed her insides, her waking thoughts, her whole being.
But she wasn’t sure.
It had all been arranged for her over the internet. She’d not met him yet and was not sure if she’d just fall in love with him on the spot or whether it would take a while, like a fire takes a while to catch and would then burn hot and strong. Was she dressed right? Did her apartment, in its sterile cleanliness, match…
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