I worry.
I worry that I've screwed up where you're concerned. Worry that you'll never again trust me with your deepest, darkest feelings because sharing them with me doesn't make things better, doesn't make you feel better. It makes you feel worse.
I worry that right now, while you claim to want to be alone with your thoughts, that you're actually sharing those thoughts with someone else, someone who doesn't make you feel less than you are, someone who listens with her heart and doesn't always try to fix things with words. Someone whose not a 10-hour bus ride away and who has no qualms about letting you inside her.
I worry.
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The sexual and relationship adventures of a Christian woman living in the Buckle of the Bible Belt.
About Me
- Angel
- I am a 40 year-old woman trying to "save herself" for marriage while simultaneously having as much fun as possible. This site gives me the opportunity to express myself in a way that I don't always feel comfortable doing on my other, more tame blog. The intent is to offer a real and honest glimpse of my long-distance relationship with D via our correspondence. Posts will not always consist of my words and perspective alone.
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