About
I have loved Lance Mongomery for as long as I can remember.
But one night, when I was nine, he broke me; he broke my whole concept of love.
So I ran away; I ran far and hard.
I tried so hard to find myself, to find my inner peace.
But now I am twenty-six, and I am called back home, back to the pits of my nightmares.
Coming face to face with the hauntings of my past.
Seeing Lance Mongomery was harder than I thought, and he knew exactly how to get under my skin.
And by gosh did he.
He changed my life once again, FOREVER.
But what do I do now? How do I continue to be in Seattle with him?
Lance may be one of my biggest known reasons for leaving, but I have far more demons in my closet.
There are far more reasons to not be here.
I just hope they never come out.
I hope no one ever learns the haunting details of my upbringing, because if they did, it would ruin everything.
It would destroy my entire family.
Like a bomb, it would blow us all to pieces.
And how do you pick up pieces when they have been blown too far apart?
I guess only time will tell; only time will allow us to learn and to heal.
I just hope it's not too late.
