I
thought I mastered the art of recovering from a broken heart; a
broken soul.
I
thought I would find a new type of strength in the moments of my
insane weakness.
But
when Reed Collins became the only thing that mattered to me, when he
became my beginning, middle and the enviable end, I would never be
able to find any strength, because I gave him all of mine.
I
was too willing because I loved him. Without reason, without
thinking, without fear of consequences, because that’s what loving
someone madly really means.
Minutes,
days, months went by after I left but no amount of time eased the
pain of him not being there. No amount of time could ever lessen my
love, my need, my want for him.
Now
I’m back, having to face every truth I ran away from. Lies were
told. But even after all the indescribable pain he caused, I still
love him. Still want him. Still breathe for him.
SL
is a self-described book junkie. She spent her whole life with her
head in the clouds, dreaming of characters and imagining how their
stories will play out. It wasn't till later when those stories in her
head became too much to handle and made it onto paper. When SL isn't
reading or writing, she is spending her time with her two crazy kids
and husband. Where they reside in a home just outside of Atlanta. SL
is true buckeye fan and lives for the weekends where she can drink a
glass of wine and devour the books waiting on her Kindle.
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