I never thought I would experience heartache again. Yet, at 47, I still feel the sting of love like I did when I was 16. Ah, the bitter of chalice of unreciprocated love.
An unfulfilled life stems from a few things, a love which isn’t returned is often one of them. It is almost two in the morning, and instead of sleeping, I am writing.
I have received a warning, a premonition, a vision, or a dream. A call to return to the fold, regardless of the pain which awaits me. Time is running out.
And I don’t want to die lost.
Gather your friends and family close, it appears that things are going to get worse before it gets better.
God bless you all.