Short, hairy and enjoys travelling (plus doesn't wear shoes) the man that holds me is most indeed a hobbit. A wonderful repairing one. He is serving a rebound type job, and he's doing rather well at it. It is so nice to be in the arms of someone who actaully wants you, who listens to what you say and cares about your problems. A fresh breath of relief from the one-sided relationship with the boy.
I know it won't last, I had to pull the plug. I was going back to the north soon, and I was still broken. Damaged goods. I left and set my sights on bigger fish, but then he took a hold of me by the train and in the wind with my hair everywhere, the rain pelting the roof. His passion and feelings for me were shown in the desperate kiss that fell from his lips onto mine. That is what I crave most, the forceful desire of one to show his feelings. To feel wanted, adored and respected by another. The best healing from the difficult time I have had since ending it with the boy and being homeless, chased and hated by those that I trusted.
Oh the healing of being wanted.
My hobbit helped to put me on the right path and now the future looks bright.
