I must say, to ask the universe for something and get it sure can be daunting.
I asked, damn near begged, for a man to fit within the molding of anarchy I thought I was prepared to handle. Yet here I am, here with him, and I can not stomach the thought of taking the next step.
I can assume that the girl who begged and asked, the girl who once was, has been locked in a cage far too long to have an opinion upon my conscious decisions. My little demon of a persona that ran amuck through two decades of our life did so without purpose, without direction. She had to be locked away to make…
