They couldn’t want to love her for real if they didn’t feel the need to reach out and open the window to their world, right?
She wondered if maybe her written words were not labouring in the cause of love, in any case.
Maybe they had a different purpose.
She could feel the momentum building.
These web worlds that she had built; Spaces to play and explore; They offered a structure to organise her mind.
She could perceive a peak to her summit on her path ahead.
Such a potentially satisfying punch line.
And excitement that matched the energy and warmth of the season.