I love this feeling in the beforetime, standing bound and waiting for what’s to come. Not wanting, yet knowing I deserve it. Pensively biting my lip. The butterflies doing flip-flips in my belly.
I love this feeling in the beforetime, standing bound and waiting for what’s to come. Not wanting, yet knowing I deserve it. Pensively biting my lip. The butterflies doing flip-flips in my belly.
Humph. It’s a tale, one I am not certain I wish told. But thank you for asking.
Not good? I’m sorry.
Let’s just say, we have issues to work through.
😔