Chapter Twenty Five
●|●|●●●● •♤•♤•♤•♤• ●|○|○●●●
The kind of love that I was introduced to was a brutal force not to be messed with. I was taught from a very young age that contrary to what many have said and written; love is very logical, it just makes sense, just as much as hatred does. I knew from my mother that her loving my father the way she did just made sense because of how he treated her, not only because they were mates and soul- bound by the Goddess and the universe. It made sense and did not defy logic but it was not always expressed in the right way depending on what kind of perception and reaction it receives.
When you've loved someone for what feels like the majority of your life, you just naturally make them your entire universe; not just the centre of your universe b
