Stirring in Bree

I knew my return would bring joy and pain to those around me. Perhaps it was better to remain at my cottage in the hills. So that I wouldn't cause so much trouble. But I have a right to live as I so, please. I saw him again today in Bree, I don't know if it was wise to write to him. Now all the women he once knew seem to be crawling out of the woodworks.  I just wanted to hear his voice again, to see his face. And that I did, but it wasn't long enough. What did I hope to find in the man? Love? A sense of familiarity after so long? No matter the case, I can't seem to let him go. Dagramir, Dagramir Audun. I should hate him, he was a lout, still might be. But he always had a way of drawing people in no matter what he had done. His smile, his uncanny ability to survive all odds. Even when the odds were thoroughly turned against him. I just want to find out if he will leave again or stay, he said I was welcome in his company. But each time we pass each other it seems like something chases me away. I need some sleep, yes, sleep and much of it. I don't know when all this mess will go away.