And for the hell of it let’s throw in some supernatural gay romance as well...

Tasmania’s Northern Midlands like the rest of the state is filled with settlers cottages and haunted locations. Join EvanSorrell.com (formerly TPA) as they investigate this old house in the middle of nowhere.  

Remember the time when I said that he makes me smile just by having a thought of him? It was true. Until this time.

I'm hurt. Really hurt. But to whose fault was my hurt coming from? Mine or his? I used to blame myself for losing him. I thought that maybe I have set my walls way too high for him to climb. Maybe, I was too busy thinking not to lose myself in those feelings because I know what it will cause. I have been so wary around him and very much careful that I have not seen how hard it was for him to also, show his feelings. Hence, I used to blame myself.

But it occurred to me now that all that I ever wanted, was someone to pursue me. Someone who will not give up just because I am a difficult person. Someone who will be brave enough to stay and calm the storms inside my head.

I lost him because he lost me first. And it hurts me that he went away without me being able to say "I am slowly healing because you came."