Color me sheltered. Trapped in a tower, rocking in the wind, with a fiery dragon guarding the entrance/exit.
Perched near the window of my bedroom, I daydream about a time when I'll find a companion. Yes, companion, because even if I don't find true love, or fake love, all I really want is somebody to be with me. Sure, every young girl feels as though she will never find love, and if she does, she dives in headfirst, ignoring anything that tells her different because this is her shot! But friendship?
I've thrown so many messages from my window in search of someone to come find me. A few arrows were shot through my window in return. They were friendly enough. Most were polite, a very few bordered on the friendship that delves deeper: to a place where you can talk about something real, where you can be real, a place beyond the passing polite. Eventually though, these friendships sputtered out when it was no longer convenient for my tower watchers.
It's been years of the same, and the routine of it all is foot-stampingly frustrating. It's time for a change. I don't know what it will be yet, but I've got to do something.
Here we go.
