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March 22, 2025 - 2 days after my ex text spiraled out of control and told me he didn't love me:

J (bf of 3.5 yrs) sent me a super sweet and loving good morning message. He knew I had an autistic meltdown last night. He's learning very quickly how he can be there for me to help me through this, like we all should do for those we love. Learn to help them when they hurt…

My response to his loving and adoring and motivational wake up…

Snap to J,

I am baby. I promise. I am learning that when I take the time to take care of me, I am less stressed and anxious and I heal quicker...from anything...even just regular stress. I'm very proud of my mental-well-being journey the past 4ish years. It's been hard...but I think I'm gonna be able to figure out how to make my meltdowns do the absolute minimum amount of harm to me. This one was 10x bettter...partly because it's not someone I romantically love...partly because my brother in law has worn me down by hurting my sister so long. I didn't melt down because I was sick of him… it happened because I am terrified that she will stay until he mentally mind-fucks her to being so fucked up she takes her own life...because that's what he's doing to her. He's slowly taking the life right out of her. I'm terrified I'm gonna lose her. She is the only one I have from my childhood. She's it. 

Yes, I am recovering for another autistic meltdown. Last night was rough. Meltdowns always are.

I almost always self-harm during times like last night, and in the days/weeks/months after while I'm healing. I'm not a violent person. Last night…I was seconds away from needing bail money.

Good people do bad things. It's human.

I am a good person, who has sat by long enough…

When I have meltdowns…especially those connected to romantic pain…I do stupid things that hurt myself…like after my last meltdown that was 100 time worse than last night…6 days later…late that night I did something so dangerous and stupid that I'm lucky I walked away with only a broken rib and re-torn intercostal muscle. I could have lost my life that night. 

I didn't do it intentionally or consciously…

Reread (or read) the Patron post about Adult Land fuck friend that was published on January 06, 2025…

You will see part of my pain and hurt by reading it near the end…

I kinda skipped a part…when I left the lot off of Rt. 70, in Washington, PA…that i did something so stupid…I was..

I'm lucky I'm not MIA and presumed dead, to be honest.

That scared the shit out of me…so I had to heal and figure out how to be ok quick…but enough about that…you will read my raw and real time, unedited thoughts, emotions, and insane ramblings soon enough. 

Now…just because my head is spinning and my brain isn't working right due to last night's meltdown…I'm going to share one, of many, stories along our journey of falling in love from January 2024 - December 30, 2025.

autistic thing for me - I found a new song for me this morning around 9ish am est. It is now 11:50 est. and the same song has been on repeat since I found it. 

Song: Love Is a Bitch

Artist(s): Two Feet

Lyrics that I'm stuck on: The Entire Song

“I'm flyin'

I'm flyin' high like a bird

But my fluttering wings can't keep you from pullin' me down

Your mama

Your mama says I'm a fool

And yeah, maybe that's true 'cause I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you

I'm tryin'

I'm tryin' not to forget my words

'Cause when I'm around you, I tend not to changin' my mind

I promised

I promised myself not to slip back into old habit

'Cause heartbreak is savvy and love is a bitch”

To me at this very moment what this song is saying to my heart is that love is a bitch, and someone's momma (cause I dont have one) would tell me my ex isn't worth loving. 

I'd tell that momma to STFU because yes the fuck he is worth loving. And I hope, more than anything, for him that some day he realizes how fucking amazing he actually is. And when someone (like me) knows how to help him heal…and he chooses to heal…hopefully, he'll see how great he really is. 😍 ← That's my in love emoji, used only for specific people and exciting things/ideas. I'm so fucking in love with him.

I miss him. 💔😢

Music therapy doesn't have to be logical, right, or make sense. It's important for my healing and making sense of why we loved each other so much and were going to be together, Now & Always. 

I escape into songs and feel what I'm feeling. I cry if I need to, sing if I need to, just exist with the music surrounding me if I need to. Driving while listening to music…doubles the mental self-care I need. 

I don't want to look back 5 years from now…no matter where him and I are with each other…I want to smile and remember our amazing, passionate, loving, sensual, sexual, carnal, deep seeded love and adoration for each other. 

**wait till i publish that story, real and raw….

My Journaling of my feelings and emotions as we fell so deeply in love in 2024. That's how I want to remember this book in the story of our love, Now & Always.

Summer 2024

Weather - cool, not too hot, but not cold…shorts and tank top weather with a nice breeze.

Me and my love (ex)...in my utility trailer, turned into a custom travel trailer…comfy Queen bed on a super sturdy platform. Purple walls, with one white wall to offset and break up my love of purple from puking all over my little retreat on wheels.

I showed up almost 2 hours early. 

I absolutely figured out how to let go of life before engaging in a sexual experience, whether it be with someone I love or complete strangers I'm going to fuck during a gangbang, my getting ready for sex routine helps me disconnect from all of life’s (and works) stresses so I can relax and enjoy that time. 

All of my stresses will still be there when I'm done having fun…so why bring that stress with me for an experience that I want to be fun, exciting, and full of passion and love (or simple human touch and connection of a fuck friend or stranger)?

Nah…I'll pack up my stress mentally, and put it on a shelf for a few. It'll will be safely stored for me to open back up when I'm ready (after my sexual time).

Two hours is a typical time for my…getting ready to fuck self-care routine. Yeah, it needs a better name. Ideas aanyone?

Sometimes it's a bubble bath, full body sugar scrub, and a deep cleaning face mask…

Other times it's shower followed by deep moisturizing full body self rub down. I don't just put lotion on…I put it on with intention. Our muscles tense more than we realize through typical day-to-day life things. Here's how I lotion my body with intention:

Shower

Super quick dry off 

Hair up in a towel 

I start with my calves (why cant i spell the part of the leg below the knee in the back? “Cause i got high, cause I got high, cause I got high” 🤣🤦‍♀️)

I massage the lotion in, slowly with a medium massage pressure. Then I slowly move up to my thighs, adding more white and creamy lotion as needed, massage my thighs, then my sexy bum, then lower back, around to my cute little MILF tummy then up to my breasts, then shoulders down my arms…

Finishing up with my hands… I spend extra time on my hands for 2 reasons:

1. Well moisturized skin get less wrinkles and loses elasticity slower (that's opinion, not scientific fact lol)

2. I have nerve damage in my neck that causes hand issues. My right hand always hurts. Always. Extra attention and massage lessens the pain. 

Next up is my face, which requires a completely different routine and 4 different moisturizers…

1. General face moisturizer

2. Under eye moisturizer

3. Lip scrub and moisturizer

4. Neck/Chin/Jaw moisturizer

These are just a few examples of the physical body routines.

Next is preparing my mind for my experience. I will get deeper into this in the future. For now, that days mind readying routine was getting all sexy for my love (now ex but still my love) was putting on a sexy outfit, doing my hair just right, feeling all sexy…

Then I'd take sexy pics, and send them to him as we texted and flirted and chatted. 

He was initially pissed that morning. At this point in our relationship I had never seen his temper. Us, me and him…we were always loving, he was so sweet, sexual, sensual, happy, passion, connection, exploration…all of the fun feel good parts.

His temper didn't come across through text but I knew he was not happy…

I don't know what I texted him…but whatever it was…
That day is the day that I realized I wanted him, Now & Always…and that was long before the Now & Always conversation you'll learn about when we get to the story of how we fell so deeply in love. 

We connected on such a deeply intimate level that the way he looked at me that day…the way he kissed me…the things he said…I can't tell you specifics…I can only tell you how that day made me feel last summer…

And how it's making me feel right now…

That doesn't include the physical, wetness that allowed him to slide his bare cock in and out of me so easily…

Our rhythm was perfect, our physical connection was filled with pleasure after pleasure, his lips, so soft and kissable…his eye, the love, the passion, the desire to make me cum on his cock as I rode him that day…

BRB…gotta go test out my toy real quick.

Last Summer:

I love this man so much that I want him in my life forever. 

Now:

I'm smiling, remembering the way he made me feel: (in no particular order)

• Adored 

• Beautiful beyond my skin

• Loved, deeply loved on a level so profoundly intense that any hurt is worth everything for him and me to be us, forever…feeling like together, we…me and my love, will weather any storm we go through. That kinda love. 😍

• Sexy

• Sensual

• Desired

• Wanted

• Needed

*wanted and needed are not the same

• Safe

• Secure

• Protected

• Relaxed

• Comfortable

• Peaceful

• Calm

• Vulnerable (complete, raw, nekkid)

*all feelings related to the societal definition of what makes a man…a man.

Although, I don't buy into societal norms bullshit, that day I knew he possessed everything I needed to completely let go and trust that he was strong enough to protect me, not only physically, but protect me on all levels, including my heart..

And he is…strong enough…

But it's not because of his strong hands, strong arms, strong cock muscle…

Sorry, I'm hurting, but I still post breakup, love him so fucking much…I want him right now. Thinking about him and the simple action of putting his strong hand on my face and pulling my face towards his turns me on…much more than just on a physical, my pussy is wet right now writing this kinda way…but in every sense of the way.

He turns me on mentally.

He turns me on carnally.

He turns me on romantically. 

He turns me on sensually.

He turns me on emotionally.

He turns me on…in so many deep ways, levels, and depths that he is absolutely perfect…for me, to me.

If you haven't been turned on like this…keep looking and trying to find that connection. 

It's an amazing, wild, passionate journey full of desire, connection, happiness, joy, peace, the feeling of completion…

Fuck…I need him. 💔😢

Anyways…

That day. He reached up and put his strong hands on the sides of my face pulling me towards him…snatching my pearls with his tongue, our lips meeting, kissing me with my pearls falling from our mouths as our tongues wrestle each other so passionately I knew I loved him so deeply, I'd do anything for him. 

My heart had room for b. (hubby of 25 yrs) and J (bf of 3½ yrs) and now my newest love I wanted to keep forever…

Unfortunately, we don't know what the future will bring. Right now, today, as I write this…he is my ex and my heart hurts so much. 

I still have hope that in the future we will not only be great friends…but we will be us again, Now & Always. 

While I wait and keep hope alive, I'm going to heal me…so when he's ready…I can help heal him so we don't bring this pain into the future of us. 

Important Note:

I posted something on Fet alluding to my emotional and difficult breakup. 

Someone, thought they were helping, and sent me a massage saying something like…

it's good you're poly, you have b and another boyfriend so it won't hurt

If the above statement is why you are poly…you are not poly you are broken and have a lot of healing to do so you don't vomit your trauma into lots of relationships to help you feel some sorta way….RUN away from poly until you heal.

That doesn't mean to end any relationship(s). It means don't start new ones and do a deep self exploration, find your pain, and heal it…

So you don't fuck up everyone you love hoping they'll fix you. 

We can only fix ourselves. 

We can't fix anyone.

We CAN share our experiences, honestly, our personal fuck ups and all…the good, the bad, the ugly, the worse…

So someone else can learn from our fuck ups and when they fuck up, they'll have an idea what to do. 

Peer-to-Peer learning is my favorite. 

Tell me how you fucked up…and how you fixed yourself to be better…and you're gonna get inside my head…because you're well ahead of me as far as self healing…I'm a mess right now and writing this and publishing without editing…without rereading…it's scary. 

We are all going to find out if and how I heal from the ending of the first series of stories with my love, my ex. 

If he reads this…

I hope he knows I'll love him forever.

I'm not giving up…I'm taking a break.

You're gonna be ok, my love. 

I know we can be friends, if that is what he NEEDS. I don't think he knows yet…he needs to breathe and remember our amazing love story of 2024 until December 29, 2024 - we had an amazing, special, romantic, kinky, sensual, sexual, carnal, intensely passionate love story that for now has been paused.

I think we can and will be friends in the future. 

I miss you, my love. 

Please feel and heal.

Now & Always 🥰😍🤗

I'm hurting right now. I will heal. And when I do I will want him more than I need him.

Now & Always

My Body Keeps Score:

If you've ever heard that our body keeps score…it does. They are right. In this case, they are several mental health experts who wrote a few great books. Different authors, same concept, different ideas. Read 'em all. 

This neat little thing that started happening in 2011 - during my painful, harmful, and damaging journey learning I'm polyamorous…below my lip it has a reaction to extreme stress. I haven't had this happen in a long time, 2017, maybe 🤔 And I've been through some shit since then. 

A story for another time. 

It ALL worked out. 

But I was WRONG. So WRONG that I am yell at you not for emphasis…but to convey to you that we are ALL the bad guy in someone's story. My journey towards polyamory was hard.

As you read I encourage you to save any preconceived judgment that is likely deeply rooted in keeping pain alive. 

Read with an open mind. Yes I've done things wrong…in this journey and every journey I've been on. 

It's not about what I did wrong…it's about how I learned, healed, made right, and most importantly moved forward doing better next time. 

We all fuck up. 

Let's concentrate on what we do post fuck up. 

We can learn to love and heal and hurt and grow and come back together, better and stronger.

We do not grow without pain. Period.

1:33 pm - Saturday, March 22, 2025

It's time to put my emotions and feelings into a box, take a Xanax and get ready…

💔😢

Our Final Fuck Goodbye 

February 12, 2025

Why do breakups have to be messy? We love someone and then when it's over, we do our best to hurt them. I don't understand this, and I'm not sure I ever did. 

If I allow myself to love someone, to be in love with someone, why would I want to hurt them?

I have a theory, it's easier to be mad/angry than it is to be sad/hurt. We internalize our pain and morph it into anger to push our loved one away…maybe so they can never hurt us again?

For me, I don't find anger to help with anything during a breakup. It just creates feelings and emotions in me that likely were rarely present during my relationship. 

I want to remember the happy moments of us, the moments as we indulged in the journey of falling in love. I want to remember the smile on his face as he looks up at me telling me he loves me. I want to remember the feeling that penetrates my body when his lips touch mine, both sets. I want to remember how much my heart smiled the first time he grabbed my hand. I want to remember that day that we officially started dating and how good it felt to feel him inside me, bare. 

Years from now when I look back at my amazing, and complicated, love life….when I think of him, I want to remember the last time we kissed. I want that memory to bring a smile to my face. And it will, after today, it will. Years from now our last day together, filled with smiles, orgasms, and tears, will be a happy memory for me. I hope for him as well.  

I was nervous that day. I had no idea where my mental state would be from minute to minute. I wanted to see him…I almost canceled. I didn't think I could say goodbye to him. Writing this days later, I still can't believe I did say goodbye. 😢 It's not what I wanted. I don't think it's what he wanted either. But it is what he needed right now. 

Now & Always didn't turn out to mean what I thought it would…it means we are friends, now & always. Because if friends is all I get to have with my love, then it's better than losing him completely. 

I arrived at our meeting location a few hours early so I could take the appropriate amount of Xanax and be ok to drive several hours later. 

I cried. I put on my sexy outfit. I took sexy pics to tease him with. That day…I asked for things I wanted and he gave me them all…starting with us being us again for the entire day.

I scheduled sexy pics for him to wake up to, like I used to do most days he worked. 

I wanted him to start his day with a smile on his face…and a pic of my face with my big blue eyes fawning for him was the best way to accomplish my goal, closely followed by the equal tie between titty and ass pics, most days. Of course cute or sexy little good mornings and kisses emojis usually accompanied the pics along with the use of one or both of the terms “baby” and “my love”. 

It was nice to be us again, to ignore all of the weirdness as we navigate this unique path from being in love with each other to only being friends. There wasn't any weirdness, we fell right back into us…like nothing happened, like we weren't about to break up. 

We chatted and flirted all morning. I smiled a lot that morning. Then I'd think, “today is going to be the last time he ever kisses my lips and tells me he loves me”. And then I'd cry. It was an emotional morning for me, knowing that soon my boyfriend, my love, the man I waited 5 years to date…would soon be my ex; it tore my heart out. 💔

I tried to push those feelings aside. I wanted a beautiful afternoon with my love. And a beautiful afternoon is exactly what I got. 

I wore the blue fishnet lingerie he asked me to wear next time we went to the bookstore. That was several months ago, I put it on the shelf so it would be ready for our next bookstore adventure. A bookstore adventure that will not happen now. 😢 I don't want to let him go. I don't want to lose him. 💔

Over that I wore the blue and black dress that I wore the first time we went anywhere together, like a date if you will…a date to Adult Land, WV that was so fucking sexy it still turns me on to think about it. 

Then I topped off my outfit with my long set of pearls. I haven't worn my pearls since we decided to stop dating and just text dating or friends, tbh I'm not sure right now. (hubby got me my pearls, and they are very special to me.) When I started dating him, one day he grabbed my pearls with his mouth and kissed me with them falling out of our mouths. The kiss was sexy, passionate, and penetrated me to my soul. It was so fucking perfect that day…it was like he was the only thing that was missing in my life. I felt complete. I was happy. 

I put my pearls on for the first time since we decided to break up, as I fought back the tears. My feeling of being complete was soon to be morphed into incomplete. It felt like a piece of me was turning into an empty, dark abyss of loss and sadness. I was about to lose my love.

They say it's harder to mourn the loss of the living than it is to mourn the loss of death. I'm not sure if that's true, or even who “they” are…

But I do know that keeping it together wasn't easy, lots of Xanax and wax crumble were involved. 

I took some sexy pics as I put on each layer of clothes and sent them to him. I love taking pics for him. He was always equally excited to receive them as he was thankful I sent them. I'd take pics for him, hoping to make him smile and make his day better. It almost seemed like nobody has ever tried to make him smile for no reason…except to make him smile. He told me a few different times that I make him happy…that was my goal. I want him to always be happy.

I waited and turned on my stress cleaning music list so I didn't cry anymore. It almost worked…almost.

I set an alarm on my phone. I name my alarms so I remember what I set them for. 🤣

This was the alarm I set that day…the alarm talks when it goes off, reading the name of the alarm…by the time I reached my phone to silence the alarm it read “Our Final…” and I shut it off.

Our Final Fuck Goodbye 😢💔

12:30pm Wednesday 

Although I reached the alarm in time, I still cried a little. I didn't want to say goodbye to him, I didn't want to say goodbye to us. I didn't want us to stop being us…not now, not ever.

I want him so badly that I was willing to have a text only romantic relationship with him for nearly a decade without asking to see him…

He said that's what he wanted on NYE…But that's not what he wanted. He changed his mind so many times. And this really hurts, so much more than I imagined it could.

When he first proposed that we date but not seeing each other in person, I have kink and gangbangs and write about them for him (which is where this Patreon account spawned from) I said no…then I thought about it, I really, really thought about it…and yes, I could absolutely do that. The majority of our relationship was via text, already.

So I said yes I could do that. If it meant we could still be us…yes, absolutely 100% he was worth it. He is worth anything. 

(Everything is always…sans kids, other partners…duh…but sometimes I have to say this, my kids…my partners kid(s)...until their mid 20s when their brain is fully developed,  I absolutely expect the men in my life to put their kids above all else, including me. YES even if it hurts or makes me sad. Kiddos are the most important! Sadly I have to say this because there are people who prioritize their kids below their partners. I'm not that person, nor could I fall in love with anyone who is.)

While I was thinking if I could not see him for, maybe ever, and still be ok loving him from a distance…he changed his mind and the options became us dating via text only for the next decade…or only friends. It's been so confusing. He had to figure out what he wanted. 

So, I nudged him along and sent him a message on January 15 that said something like ‘if we are going to be texting every day, all day, while you're at work, then we are having an emotional affair’ basically he was saying he wanting to just be friends but have all of the time invested and chat everyday, all day, when he's at work? That's not a friendship. That's an emotional affair. I told him this in January. He acknowledged he understood and never said another word. Ok we are text dating. He's still my boyfriend. We still are in love. 

Then February 10th, 2 days ago he had to choose how we would be moving forward:

Text only dating forever, without seeing him in person, or only friends. 

He picked. And he picked only friends. 😢 I was so sure he wouldn't pick friends. I didn't want that. I don't want that. It hurts so much. I was willing to give him what he asked for, everything he asked for and be comfortable with it and that's not what happened…

I guess while I was thinking if I could be his text only girlfriend and be okay…I guess he was thinking to, and decided he didn't want that…even though it was his idea as I sat in the front seat of his car, at our park. This place was special to us, for many reasons…but the very first reason: we fucked for the first time on a trail in our park. 

Here I was thinking for weeks that we were going to be dating via text but not seeing each other until his kids grew up…I thought I was mourning our in-person relationship.

When in reality I needed to prepare to mourn our entire relationship. He's not my baby, he's not my love, because he doesn't want to be. He is the one who broke my heart. He's the one who decided I'm not worth a text only relationship…but we can still chat everyday as if we were in a relationship…but only wants to be friends. (he's lying to himself)

I tried so hard to bury my sadness and tears. And I did for a while…

When I saw his handsome face, I smiled. I didn't cry. I still love him. I'm still in love with him. I will always be in love with him. I see his face and it immediately makes my day better. 

We kissed. I didn't cry for a while. I gave him a card…that was very hard for me to write. It might be the last card I ever give him. That makes me sad. I had so many cards for him that I was going to write while I was out of town…now, I have to put them all away.

I feel like the sticker with the stick person inside the balloon and my love on the outside of the balloon, as if we’re so close to having the love we want, how we want it, except there is a barrier in our way, the balloon. 

If the balloon would pop, my stick person would fall into the arms of his stick person and live happily ever after. 

Unfortunately, life is not a happy stick person fairytale world. Life is full of obstacles and barriers and heartbreak and pain and tears and sadness. Deep sadness that puts you into autodrive, just going through the motions of life.

I didn't cry as he read the card. I held it in.

He smiled…a real smile. I kissed him. 

We took a few pics. We kissed more…

Then somehow my pussy ended up in his mouth 😈 We both knew we were going to have sex that day. Why not create a beautiful memory amongst the tears? 

I'm not going to share a stroke by stroke play of our special time together that day…some memories are for just him and I.

A few of the memorable things about the sex itself…it has got to be one of the hottest times my pussy was in his mouth. We were 69’ing…I was grinding my clit hard against his tongue until I came. As soon as I came, he grabbed my hips and helped me face fuck him harder, as his cock popped out of my mouth, only held by my hand as he distracted me from all reality. I lost concentration and had no idea what I was doing…all I wanted was his face deeper in my pussy, to cum on his handsome face, over and over and over…then kiss my cum off his lips…

I squirted so hard on his face, in his mouth…he was so turned on by it all he could manage to say was “ah you squirted right down my fucking throat. It tastes fucking amazing.” several times over and over. 

Fuck, the things we didn't have a chance to explore together, it's a shame…

We have an entire to-do bucket list of sexual adventures we wanted to explore…

There's so many unchecked things on our list, maybe one day we'll get back to us and our list…I haven't let go of hope yet. I probably should though. He chose. And it wasn't me…even though he could have had his cake and ate it too…

Just like he ate my pussy for the last time…

Earlier, I sent the above picture of my sexy little bum peeking out of the blue lingerie…and it made him want to take me from behind. Doggy isn't his favorite position…but that photo made him want it. In any position, his cock was made for my pussy. 

As he slid his perfect cock inside me, I laid my head on the pillow…and cried. I couldn't hold it in anymore. My tears connected with the physical pleasure he was delivering. There is something sadly beautiful found in tears during emotionally connected sex. When I turned over, I wiped the tears away, but not before he saw. I tried to hide them. I failed.

He was standing at the edge of the bed, I was laying on my back, pussy at the edge ready for him to fill me up one final time. As he entered me he leaned down and kissed me. It looked like there were tears in his eyes. He closed his eyes, put he head back, grabbed my hips, and pounded me.

I let the tears flow as my hands explored his arms, his chest…I came as I cried. I held my final cum until he started to cum, I allowed myself to let go and experience one last intense orgasm that would soak and squeeze his cock as he filled my pussy for the last time.. He opened his eyes, looked at me so sadly, kissed me…

I'm going to miss kissing him…

holding his hand… 

rubbing his chest as I lay cuddled with him…

I laid on his chest and let my tears roll down my cheeks, dripping onto his chest. I'm gonna miss him so fucking much. He held me tighter, pulled me closer…I never wanted him to let go.

I'm going to miss taking special pics for him…

I'm going to miss the excitement he gets when I indulge him in his desires…

I'm going to miss spending my days trying to make him smile as much as possible…

Sucking cock with him, kissing him with a cock in between our lips was so fucking sexy, the look on his face, what his eyes were telling me…it was beyond intensely hot 🔥…what was even sexier was how fucking amazed, excited, and appreciative he was that I was willing to explore everything he wanted to explore. 

We kissed, we cried, we said goodbye.

He waited for me to leave, as I requested. I couldn't watch him drive away from me.

I cried…hard…too hard to safely drive. I got on route 70 and pulled over and cried so hard I gave myself an asthma attack. I used my inhaler and cried a little more. 

I put on my fuck the world music list, sucked up my tears and drove away.

We still text a lot…

But we aren't us anymore…

I'm gonna hurt for a long time. 

He will be in my mind as one of only a handful of people who are on my Epic Love list. I miss him so much already. 😢💔

I don't know where our future leads, I hope one day we come back together…as us.

This is how I want to remember us forever.

Thanks for reading and the amazing support I'm receiving from the community here, Fet, and Snap. 🥰 It means a lot. 

Kisses 💋 

Shorty