Wild and Free by Scarlet BlackwellLove is free.
So I told myself all the time. Love is free and wonderful and wild and untamed. So why had I given mine so freely to men who didn’t deserve it and never received it back? Why was everyone so unwilling to bestow it on me? I was a volcano ready to erupt and shower one lucky person in all the pent-up love I had to give. But so far nobody had ever wanted it.
I sighed, squinting through the window at the fat flakes of snow falling from the white sky. I suppose it didn’t help that I spent so much time in solitude, but I was a writer, so what was a man supposed to do? It also didn’t help that I enjoyed my solitude and resented anyone breaking it, so yeah, I didn’t make any effort to find this free love. I just kind of dreamt about it falling into
