Diary,
I finally got it off my chest, I told Ardeghon of my thoughts, the failing conversations and the repetitive nights. We sat and spoke of ways to solve the problem. When his words were forced through my head, it impaled me, the clever words that truly made me holt. We must journey! I spoke to a brother, Northman of north of Mirkwood and south of the Grey mountains, in the Prancing Pony tavern in the last week. He spoke of traveling back to Wilderland, my northern kingdom awaits me, my parents, my clan, the life I left behind... Do I wish to journey with my lover, of course, but I was thought never return to what I left so unfinished. I stopped returning the letters my parents took time to write, I stopped making them feel secure. Maybe it was my way of making them hurt, for they so suddenly seemed to hurt me. Revenge was sweet, but my parents familial love is sweeter. I'm drawn between the decision as they both hold advantages that keep me living, but with advantages come disadvantages that strike sharpened wood through my heart. Óldíss, do you wish to travel and void your own flesh and blood or do you wish to introduce your new life to your parents... A southerner, oh yes, that would put the icing on the cake, the cake I so badly sliced with my not so intelligent decisions. Though if I had chosen differently, I may not have been here, writing this next to my wonderful, sleeping husband. Make a hasty decision or you may feel like you never had the chance to even begin to think. Góða nótt, for I shall return in the morning, my dear and soft pages, for the night is calling me.
I finally got it off my chest, I told Ardeghon of my thoughts, the failing conversations and the repetitive nights. We sat and spoke of ways to solve the problem. When his words were forced through my head, it impaled me, the clever words that truly made me holt. We must journey! I spoke to a brother, Northman of north of Mirkwood and south of the Grey mountains, in the Prancing Pony tavern in the last week. He spoke of traveling back to Wilderland, my northern kingdom awaits me, my parents, my clan, the life I left behind... Do I wish to journey with my lover, of course, but I was thought never return to what I left so unfinished. I stopped returning the letters my parents took time to write, I stopped making them feel secure. Maybe it was my way of making them hurt, for they so suddenly seemed to hurt me. Revenge was sweet, but my parents familial love is sweeter. I'm drawn between the decision as they both hold advantages that keep me living, but with advantages come disadvantages that strike sharpened wood through my heart. Óldíss, do you wish to travel and void your own flesh and blood or do you wish to introduce your new life to your parents... A southerner, oh yes, that would put the icing on the cake, the cake I so badly sliced with my not so intelligent decisions. Though if I had chosen differently, I may not have been here, writing this next to my wonderful, sleeping husband. Make a hasty decision or you may feel like you never had the chance to even begin to think. Góða nótt, for I shall return in the morning, my dear and soft pages, for the night is calling me.
