I Am A Lonely Night Essay
I felt such a black widow in the game of courtship and nor did the fair maiden rain down with a possible mates. I had never been on a date. At the age of eight-teen I was wishing just once in my life to experience what we see on those chick flicks on a lonely Saturday night. It was sick to know I was dreaming about a man. A man that I barely knew.
The name Jave continue in my head as I drove home. He had such a hunger in his eyes. I could not put in words but my curious mind of wanting to know more did not dissolve over a lengthy ride or the glass of grape juice I sat next to me as I stared into space.
Had quantum physics fell me from ever having a love? Was I not as good in my own craft for my own self? Could it be Chopra theory on magic was all wrong with it came to casting love spells?
I had many love drawing magic in my book of shadow…