fireflyslocket
Since my novel edits have been the main event in my "work life" for many months, I've felt a longing for creating. My mind started to wander during the free moments. Right before bed. In the middle of the night. And what came through were imaginary conversations with my soulmate. Mostly, of him trying to convince me that it's safe to accept love. That I deserve it, even though almost everything else in life feels like it's told me the opposite. https://www.wattpad.com/story/199629467