Writing What We Live

Love sometimes spills beyond the confines of what we expect, becoming messy, unpredictable, and maybe even better than what’d we’d envisioned. It breaks the pattern, the neat and tidy package, takes us beyond a ripped bodice to the heart that beats beneath it. A heart that aches to love and be loved, trust and be trusted. A heart that can choose to forgive – or not. Find a reason to stay – or not. Resist packaging itself into a relationship that’s right…yet not.woman

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