(The pages in this entry, are stained with tears, but the Lady would trust that none would invade her privacy.) There are stories that we tell, in order to appease others. Then there the tales that we keep deeply hidden within our hearts. I won't begin to tell acquaintances and friends alike the details of my departure from Rohan. Or the troubling words of Raymond when we first parted. I did not love him then therefore I could not say he was my first. What was he to me then?
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troubled heart
