I'm here. I'm actually here, sitting on the couch in the house of a man that I've been wanting to see again for over a year. I was nervous at first because I'd only ever seen him once in real life. All this talk and planning in the past constantly being put to waist. Then all it took in the end was a spontaneous, "Fuck it, I'm going again." Funny how things work out.
This is the happiest and most content I've been in a long time. I feel ... whole again.
This is the happiest and most content I've been in a long time. I feel ... whole again.
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Sounds like you and I are in the same sorts of pickles. Yours seems more relationship based, especially given the sorts of blogs I've read of yours lately.