Cowboy

Recluse. Brooding. Man Whore. Rough.

Labels can set us up for success for failure.

I hate them, always have.

There is a reason for mine.
I dream of that reason morning, noon, and night.

Egocentric. Greedy. Cruel. Self-Loathing.

Labels shape the lonely woman that I am. 

I hate the person that I’ve allowed myself to become. 

I’ve hurt the only person that I have ever loved.
I dream of him every single night when I close my eyes.

Labels are worn like a badge, either in honor or horror. 

They do not define me. 

I am judged by them anyway.

Genre: Romantic Suspense