I have finished Mary Balogh’s Huxtable Quintet and the first two books the series of the Westcott family.
Also Seven Nights.
And while I am adoring the beautiful stories, shedding many tears because they are so moving but, it has left me with so much sadness for what is missing in my relationship, that never started with love or attraction only need. I avoided reading any of these books fearing exactly this, and have reignited a longing for what I’d dreamed of when I was younger, love and romance.
I feel so absolutely inadequately human.
Also Seven Nights.
And while I am adoring the beautiful stories, shedding many tears because they are so moving but, it has left me with so much sadness for what is missing in my relationship, that never started with love or attraction only need. I avoided reading any of these books fearing exactly this, and have reignited a longing for what I’d dreamed of when I was younger, love and romance.
I feel so absolutely inadequately human.