![]() And I want nothing more than to be the one to break through his walls. ![]() I ache to hear his voice and see him smile. He saved my life that day he found me in the woods, and although he doesn't speak or smile, I can't stop thinking about him. Haunted by his tragic past, he's sentenced himself to a lifetime of loneliness. He's possibly as lost in society as I am, scarred just as much on the inside as the outside. The moment our eyes met I knew he was the one. I had no idea my prince would come in the form of a scarred recluse, covered in tattoo's, who won't-or can't-speak a word. I'm numb and lost, clinging to a childhood fairytale of a happily ever after with the prince I hoped would someday save me. Now, at eighteen years old, I don't know what love, happiness, or hope feels like anymore. An undeniable love that overcomes all doubt.My childhood and innocence were stolen when I was kidnapped at five years old and held captive for eleven years. ![]() ![]() Two hearts tied together by hope and tragedy.An unexpected smile. ![]()
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