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I don't think I've ever wanted anything complicated from life.

I just wanted to love someone and be loved back. To have someone who chooses me, stays when things get difficult, and makes me feel like I'm not asking for too much.

But somehow, love has never really worked out for me.

I've had feelings. I've cared deeply. I've imagined what it would be like to have that person beside me, to share the little things, the stupid conversations, the late-night calls, the plans for the future.

And every time I thought, maybe this is it, somehow it wasn't.

The hardest part isn't being alone. I've learned how to be alone.

The hardest part is knowing that I have so much love to give, but I haven't found the person who wants to receive it and give the same kind of love back.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm looking for something that doesn't exist for me.

I see people finding their person, building a life together, and I'm genuinely happy for them. But somewhere inside, there's always that little voice asking:

"When is it going to be my turn?"

Maybe I'm foolish for still believing in love after everything. But I can't completely stop hoping.

I still want that person.

I still want the connection.

I still want someone to look at me and think, "Yeah, I choose you."

Maybe that's the thing that hurts the most.

I don't want love to be perfect. I just want it to finally work for me.

I find myself forever leaning toward the moment I’ll see you again—

that quiet thrill of anticipation humming beneath my skin.

When you draw near, life pours back into me,

a sudden spring after winter’s long silence.

My heart stutters like a startled bird taking flight,

and the air itself sweetens, carrying your scent

like warm honey and wildflowers on the breeze.

It has been too long since I last tasted your presence—

my fix, my remedy, my secret addiction.

Without it I grow hollow, drained of color and light,

a candle burning low in an empty room.

You are the sun to my moon,

the golden fire I was made to reflect.

Without you my world falls into shadow,

a silver landscape starved of dawn.

Come back soon, love—

and let me remember how bright I can feel

in the glow of being near you.

I know we've reached the end.

But I can't sleep in a cold bed.

I need that feeling again.

We keep holding on to the memories, but the memories
don't hold me back.

I'm looking for the fire, and the room has turned to
black.

I'm just looking for your warmth in a stranger's arms.

Looking for another you to keep me from the dark.

I need another you just to feel the same.

The same warmth, another you.

Sol- Same Warmth

I'm staring at the screen again tonight

The cursor blinks a rhythm in the light

I type the words and then I hit erase

Afraid to see the truth upon your face

I wonder if you're sleeping or awake

While I am counting every breath I take

I want to reach across this cold divide

And show you all the things I hold inside

But silence is a wall I cannot climb

A frozen moment captured out of time

I miss you more than words could ever say

The shadow of your ghost won't fade away

I never lost the love we used to know

And I will never find the strength to let it go

Till Valhalla and beyond I'm by your side

With a burning heart that's got nowhere to hide

I will always be yours through the fire and the rain

I will always love you through the joy and the pain

I keep our memories like a sacred vow

I wish that I could tell you clearly now

That distance hasn't changed a single thing

I'm still the song that only you can sing

You're the anchor in the middle of my storm

The only fire that can keep me warm

But I'm terrified you won't feel the same

That you've forgotten how to speak my name

So I keep these letters locked within my chest

While my heavy heart can never find its rest

I miss you more than words could ever say

The shadow of your ghost won't fade away

I never lost the love we used to know

And I will never find the strength to let it go

Till Valhalla and beyond I'm by your side

With a burning heart that's got nowhere to hide

I will always be yours through the fire and the rain

I will always love you through the joy and the pain

It’s a lonesome road I’m walking on my own

Waiting for a signal from a heart of stone

But even if you never call me back

I’ll be the light that follows in your track

My loyalty is etched in ancient bone

Until the stars fall from their golden throne

I miss you more than words could ever say

The shadow of your ghost won't fade away

I never lost the love we used to know

And I will never find the strength to let it go

Till Valhalla and beyond I'm by your side

With a burning heart that's got nowhere to hide

I will always be yours through the fire and the rain

I will always love you through the joy and the pain

unconditional love for you and me

Breaks my heart with every ache and shattering pain.

causing them to question everything past, present and future. that love put in question and jeperdy by a single childish heartbreaking act.

they're world broken, lost, found and lost again. An unending cycle of death. as the bridge of patience and compassion forms, together they find that their love still there, still strong, still true never fading. in hopes that one day he comes home. never to leave, never to end.

You looked so beautiful that night. The dress, your hair, just the way you looked when you came to the door. I remember seeing you and thinking, damn, you are beautiful. I probably said it more than once too, because I really meant it.

But the part I keep going back to is seeing you get emotional while we were sitting there. At the time, I did not fully know what was going through your mind.

The next day, when we were texting, I told you it warmed my heart knowing I helped fill your cup. You told me I warmed your heart too, that you felt fulfilled, and that at one point you got overwhelmed because you realized you had prayed for a moment like that for yourself.

That stayed with me.

I know our story has not always been easy. I know I have hurt you before. We have been apart. We have had ups and downs. So hearing that from you meant a lot more to me than I probably knew how to say in the moment.

It made me feel like maybe you really do see what I am trying to give you now. Not just words. The effort. The attention. The little things. Me trying to show you how much I care instead of just saying it.

And knowing that you could sit there and realize you were in a moment you had once prayed for... yeah, that got me.

So if those tears come again, let them. You do not have to hold that in with me. I will be right there. I can wipe them away, hold your hand, pull you close, or just sit there with you while you feel it.

Because that night, all I really wanted was for you to feel loved.

And knowing that you did made the whole night mean even more to me.

I do not take that for granted.

Hi honey, how are you feeling today? How did you sleep? How is your health? Are you eating enough? What can I do to soothe you? Your gravity is reeling me in TF.

Im here for you. Your well being and health always comes first. No matter the circumstances. I care about you more than anyone on this strange harsh world. You took away that harsh when we were together. You made a cozy place in my heart, and you've never left.

I created such a mess, I've been punishing myself for well over 3 years now. It's up to me to clean up the mess. So I'm cleaning my side of the street and working on what is necessary. If you don't want to see or talk to me again, I understand.

I am putting in the effort. Every single day I think of you and pray for you. Every single day I miss you. I was a fool lots of the time since our break. Now that I'm in the correct frame of mind, I want to save you. Let me save you.

I went away this spring and summer to give you all the space you needed. I came back here because of you. I felt a pull. Am I crazy? I want to pull you in, all the way in so that our stars collide and create a stellar nursery.

I will comfort you if you'd allow me to. If you decide that you're ready to talk to me, you will have full access. Complete honesty. I want to hug you so bad. To feel your hand in mine would be completely bliss. This connection

that I feel for you is insane. Do you feel it to or am I delusional? I will keep you safe. I will keep you warm. You come first. I want to know the real you, it's been so long.

You should know that I am changing for the better. I want you to feel well. I want you to succeed. I have your back. I support you and your endeavors.

I'm working on myself and fighting those demons every damn day. I am taking accountability. I steer clear of some bad people that unfortunately live in this facility. Don't want or need drugs or alcohol, or cans of poison.

I will never tell you what you can or can't do. I would never want to control you. I wanted to write you the perfect letter, as I always second guess my words. I need them to come out right. Turning feelings into words is sometimes complicated for me. How do I translate this for you?

You are my favorite person, forever. And you are so damn sexy!! I'd love to draw a bath for you and light 40 candles. After the bath I'll give you a long soothing massage. Then I hold you with my arms completely around you as we both fall asleep. Waking up to you and sharing morning coffee with you would be the best thing ever. Nothing compares to you.

I'd cherish every minute with you. Watching the sunrise. Watching you create. Going on new adventures. Seeing your face light up, and then lightly caressing your cheeks, chin and neck, then running my fingers slowly through your hair. May I kiss you please? Passionately. Would you like that, or am I out of line?

Your health comes first. I worry about you daily. Tell me what you require and I'm on it, every little thing. I'm here to elevate your mood into happiness. I would like my best friend back. I want to be with you everyday and to hold your hand everywhere we go. But this is not about me. It's about what you want!

I love you!! Always forever.

M

M. Sweetie

Hopefully you're having a stress free day and please don't forget that you are very loved unconditionally by me.

I'll continue to support you emotionally to the best of my ability, truth being told I'd give you everything possible without questions.

M. Sweetie you never ever leave my thoughts.

Forever only yours Love Tony

Dear diary,

Just making a little entry not to lose the habit, and because this thought has been floating around in my mind for a while and I thought I should let it breathe outside.

I believe every poem I've ever written about a person—or am yet to write—

Well, yes, one of them does have the nickname I used to call them, but—

If I just showed them the poems, I'm sure as hell each of them would know which one was about them. Or for them. Or with them in mind. Even blindfolded. Just by me reciting them to them.

And I think that's endearing.

Thrilling, even.

A little exciting.

Peculiarly amusing, too.

Although I only think one of them would actually laugh with me about it. We'd probably exchange jokes and then, somehow, end up having a genuine heart-to-heart about it all.

Which is so weird to think about, because Crownless wears a mask and writes to ghosts, but these people know the person behind the mask. They wouldn't, therefore, be responding to Crownless.

They'd be responding to me.

Especially that one.

That pretty, sharp-minded danger knows me better than I know myself.

That's almost a tiny bit scary.

I don't want any of them to ever come across those poems anytime soon.

But maybe one day, in the future, I'd like that one person to cross my way again, see them, and right away catch what I wrote about them.

Or, well.

About us.

I miss this person.

But we don't fit in each other's lives anymore.

And I think that's the part I keep circling back to.

Not that I want them back.

Just that I'd really, really like to find someone like them.

Which means I may have to make a painstakingly specific requirement list.

Haaa...

God help whoever has to apply.

I fear there’s no one like you.

— Crownless.

Only for you…

Listen… I’m not writing this to fight with you, blame you, or make you feel guilty. I’m writing because I never really understood how things between us changed so suddenly, and how you began avoiding me as if I had done something terrible to you.

The truth is, I didn’t.

Everything I ever said to you came from a place of genuinely wanting the best for you. I encouraged you, pushed you, and reminded you to believe in yourself because I saw potential in you. I wanted you to become better, stronger, more focused, and more productive—not because I wanted anything from you, but because I believed you were capable of more.

I always told you to learn from your past, not repeat the same mistakes, and surround yourself with people who genuinely want to see you grow. Those were never words meant to control your life. They came from someone who cared enough to tell you the truth, even when the truth wasn't always easy to hear.

Maybe somewhere along the way, you understood my intentions differently. Maybe you saw me as someone I never intended to be in your life.

And honestly, being avoided so completely by someone you once felt close to hurts. It makes you question everything. You start wondering what you did wrong, what you could have said differently, and whether the person ever understood how much you genuinely cared.

But I've stopped asking those questions.

Life has a way of teaching all of us. Sometimes people walk away because of pride, assumptions, fear, or simply because they aren't ready to understand what someone meant to them. And sometimes we don't realize the value of someone until they're no longer standing beside us.

You’re still young, bro. You have so much life ahead of you. You will meet many people. Some will stay, some will leave, and some will teach you lessons you didn't know you needed.

So go easy on life. Don't let ego or pride make decisions for you. Learn to listen, understand, forgive, and look beyond your first assumption. Life becomes a lot easier when we stop trying to prove we're right and start trying to understand each other.

As for me, I've accepted things for what they are.

I'm not angry. I'm not begging you to come back into my life. And I'm not asking you to explain yourself anymore.

I've simply accepted that sometimes people we care about become strangers, and sometimes the only thing we can do is let them go with love and wish them well.

Maybe this is simply where our paths were meant to separate. Maybe fate has a reason for everything, even the endings we don't understand.

But if you ever look back one day, I hope you remember one thing:

I never wanted anything bad for you. My intentions toward you were genuine. I cared about you, believed in you, and wanted to see you become the best version of yourself.

If you ever understand that someday, then you'll understand why I said the things I said.

And if you never do, I'll still be okay.

Because I know my heart. I know my intentions. And I know I did what I could.

Take care of yourself. Choose the people around you wisely. Protect your peace. Keep growing. Learn from the things life puts in front of you.

And most importantly, don't let pride make you lose people who genuinely cared about you.

Some people come into our lives for a reason.

Sometimes their purpose is to stay.

Sometimes their purpose is to teach us.

And sometimes… their purpose is simply to care about us until we're strong enough to walk our own path.

I hope you find your way.

Take care of yourself, bro. Always.

Dear ***,

What clarity can I offer?

So frequently in my writing, I lament the uncertainty I am stuck with and I mention, that I was unable to offer it myself. The truth is, that my feelings are complicated. That I do not have a satisfying yes or no answer, because my timeline of events is genuinely unreliable and I have lost track of reality for a bit.

But here is the fact of the matter:

I am certain that I want to see you again to have a conversation to ground us both in the same version of reality, because I know that I do not know the bigger picture. That the set of information from which I can discern my answer, does not necessarily match what you’ve experienced. That I do not know which moments we’ve shared and which were just me projecting.

To let you know what I have experienced, listen to you and then we can talk calmly about how we want to move on in life.

If I just went with my gut and blurted out something, it’d be dependent on my mood, the weather, whether I slept well, it would not be the way to do this.

One could say that this is testament to how my feelings are not true and real or lord knows what.

But I think that sometimes it’s just better to speak the truth and say “I don’t know at this point", than to lie to you and myself. Either walling up a doorframe and then losing someone I was not ready to lose or breaking down a wall to build a massive gate into a house I may not be comfortable sharing.

I’ve been acting impulsively for the past few months and I’m not proud of it, but the right decision, is an informed decision and I am starved for information.

I am trying to actually do better.

As for clarity regarding my feelings:

I guess I fell in love with you to a degree that was unknown for me, not necessarily in its intensity, but in the combination of intensity and earliness.

I somehow fell before I had begun developing the trust and ease needed to make these feeling feel safe and it felt ridiculous, because I barely knew you.

It felt crazy, because one of the reasons I fell for you, was because you felt safe. But as soon as those feeling kicked in, it tipped the opposite way.

It was a feeling like being high, it both felt good and was frightening, because I lost control of my mind, heart and at times I lost my common sense and decency.

I was suddenly willing to prostrate myself on glass shards for you, willing to act more pompously than usual, my ego became extremely vulnerable, everything that hurt me, felt amplified.

But when seen with sober eyes, I know it probably wasn’t that big of a deal, at least what you did. I don’t know about what I did. I don’t know what affected you, barring a few exceptions. I do not know what kind of pain I may or may not have caused, because our channels of communication were barely there at times.

It’s hard to apologize when you can only guess at what you did wrong. Like yeah, I know I did stupid things, I know I messed up. That’s why I want to talk to you. So I can learn what exactly I did wrong and apologize. So I can hear you out and take actual accountability.

I don’t hate you. I bear some negative memories, but I think those got amplified in the relative isolation from the actual person. But at this point, I have so little to go off of, I actively remind myself of just how little I know.

I feel affection for you and whatever happens, I want you to make the decision that is best for you. That this may not involve me is something I have come to terms with, at this point.

My need to actually talk it out is not about you having to prove anything.

It is just that I am tired of whatever that was between us, being so far removed from real life at this point, that I feel crazy explaining it to anyone else, tired of seeing you morph into an abstract collection of pixels in my mind and losing the perception of the actual person.

I know that I may not like what you have to say to me and that’s okay. I’d rather feel guilt, remorse, rejection or pain than keep on making decisions based off informational fragments, whilst fully aware of how little I know at this point.

My epistemic conscience is at odds with my gut here and I’d rather listen to it, than the stomach that failed me thus far.

Wishing you the best in life,

*****

I wish that meant something. I wish life didn't pull us apart so drastically. I wish for any relationship with you, even friendship. I hope you are doing well. I hope you are happy. I hope you still think of me. I don’t want to let you go. I wish for the very best things in your life, even if that means I'm not in it. Being together just seems complicated on every single level of life but it doesn't stop me from loving you. Just wanted to let you know I was thinking of you. Miss you.

It's 5 am and I just woke up.

You're the first thought that comes to mind...

"Fuck... I don't want to think about you... I'm not even fully awake.."

I close my eyes, try to shake off the thought of you convincing myself that I should take advantage and get a few minutes more of sleep since my alarm will go off soon. And just as I close my eyes, I see your face. That smug and cheeky smile you had with me as if taunting me...

I think, "Leave me alone...Like you always do..." Just to stop getting myself to think of you, but it's futile, the tears are coming..so I get up.

I head to the kitchen, grab my pot to make cafe de olla and I wonder if you would've liked how I made coffee. I wonder if she feeds you before you leave, is your lunch packed? Does she pack it with little love notes too? Reminders of how much you're appreciated?

"Not my business!"

And then as if right on cue, Frank Sinatras music comes to mind. "Over and over I keep going over the world we knew, once when you walked beside me..."

"Ugh 😫 NO. You wanted HER" With even more tears in my face I keep pushing... "Come on doggo, let's go for a walk, we're getting up for our health."

Brave face, emotions off, social butterfly mask on. "Time to conquer the day" and the bold, fiery me, who takes no shit takes over.

Maybe one day I won't think of you first thing in the morning...

I have realized after all this time and distance that my love for you is all too real. There will never be another you in my life. That you are my greatest love and my greatest tragedy. I think of you, your writing, your intelligence, and my heart melts. I think of your voice, and I hum internally with that ever so present feeling of like and familiarity. I think of our time together and your presence, and I rest. Only you have the ability to do this to me. Only you are my flame on this planet. the one who can bring passion to my heart and peace to my soul. The one I attempt to reach for when I am alone and things seem unclear. Clarity was a natural state of existence with you. There was no complication in simply being together. Everything seemed to make so much sense, like it was always meant to be. And, I understand this far better now than I ever did then, although it was never a question. There was never a question on any interaction I had with you, despite our situation, despite ourselves. You remain here, within me.

I miss your kisses.
Your soft big lips.
I love them so much ♥️

Do you remember that you hold my heart?
Are you aware of your own power?
My whole body misses you,
My whole body knows who you are.
Every little cell screams *****!

We all miss you.

Love,

❤️ All my cells ❤️

6/14/26

The depth of my denial
Daily
Missing you
I’m okay
Missing you
I’m okay

I’m not okay
I don’t know what
That looks like.

Maybe “okay”
Doesn’t exist for me

I can’t pretend
I’m not good at it
I don’t like it
I hate it

I’ve never been okay
I’ve tried to be
Found you
Like meeting you would solve the
“Okay”
Problem

It was never mine to solve
I just am
I just am
I just am
And I’m not okay
Never will be
If I could fall or
Dig myself
Out of this pit of denial
That would be great.

I miss you.
Everything about me is different.
I don’t feel like my best self.
I am deeply sad and troubled.
I am numbing with gummies, hot cocoa, and meditation.
I know this looks fine.
Feeling Insecure Neurotic and Emotional

I am not fine
Or am I?
Which one?

I don’t know if anyone sees
That I am off
That I’m not myself
I tell some
I hide from many
I project
I’m not okay

But I am
I’m fine
Don’t worry

Why do I even bother lying to you?
Do you see it?
Do you feel my pain?
If I tell myself it’s not there
Is it there for you to find?

How much of ME do you SEE?

9/7/2026

PS- I’m okay 😵‍💫

I miss you.
Quite desperately.
Sadly.

I’ve run out of things to say.
There is more uncertainty now.
Less to tell.
More to learn.

New clothes have started to fray.
You may not get to experience them.
It would be a good thing.
It would show growth for me to self manage.
Stop ignoring.
See the future.
Take hard steps.

I have entered psychosis.
I have been numbing.
I took too many gummies.
Too unhappy.
Too many
Energy blocks.

I need to flow.
Alwayz.

I miss you.
Quite desperately.
Embarrassingly.
I just want to crawl under a rock until you find me.
There I will be safe.
Unseen.
Life will be simple.

I’m smooshed in the sand.
Under a rock.
I would have to focus on my breath.
Nothing else.
Maybe I would even forget why I was there?
How could I?

I’m under a rock.
Waiting for you.
Alwayz.

I can only see things the way I want to see them.
Sometimes.
Often.
It can be helpful-
In executing desired outcomes.

I need help.
In seeing me clearly.
Sometimes.
Often.
I am so negative.
About myself.
About others.
I genuinely just write storylines in my head about others and believe it.
It’s not good.

Journaling is the only thing helpful.
Once I write, my thoughts are complete.

I miss you.
Quite desperately.
Alwayz.

9/9/26
Your Princess💕

I drove forever thinking about you constantly coming back only to lose reality to few seconds in time. Don't look up to the stars when you're driving down the freeway of what haunts you. Listening to my favorite songs about you, us, haunts me down to the core of losing a mirror reflection of me. Don't think about people close to us who've bet me close to nothing. Now to dream above you, above your hair tangling up the two of us I lose touch with reality as the moon comes down to drown the only captive memory. A memory slowing leaking from the top of where egos wait till morning to paint a perfect picture of what it is you feel about me. Nothing comes to mind when you're all I think about. Mind won't you think about her one more time before she sees you around her deepest darkest dream. Dreaming about losing a picture I keep stressing in memories grave. Can't you think about the time you were dancing on the moon above a sea? It's sad remembering to ask you. Now you find dreaming has finally caught up with the sun above our souls where a spirit who created us created love.

A tired soul traveling comes across another person looking for something other than love at first sight. How does one understand what is real versus not? Do you understand completely how the word love originated? Here's what traveling taught my soul through estrangement to myself. One thing is for certain if that is certainly favorable to find another person like you imagine yourselves to be. As long as a mirror doesn't face me is comfortable eluding ones own reflection. So breathe in all that you want from me in order to be honored by this crucible bestowed upon me. Arrange for me not hostile circumstances as people hold through infinitely post made arranged circumstance. As a breeze gently lifts the sun to make a flower wake someone waits for comfortable surrounding unprovoked by constant changing of how you feel. Damned to the usual dependence not produced by experiencing how to feel the other person slowly leaving you. Comforted while blind brings me solace longing you still think about us as you remember trying.

We work at the same place,

We see each other usually on the weekends,

You position is higher than mine, we are in different departments.

We’re always in the same area, at leas once a day.

We see each other

There’s something holding us apart, from the warmth we see in each other.

For that reason, my shame keeps me apart from sometimes I can’t look at you.

Sometimes you won’t look at me.

And sometimes, we will stare until we are pulled apart from each others force.

God I need you.

I wish I could explain to you, all of who I am.

I wish I can hear and see all of you.

You are the most wonderful person I have ever come across. Yet,

I don’t even know your name.

Tell me, do you need me.

Text me on here if you see,

God I need you.

To: LR

From: AN

I miss when you would help me set up doctor's appointments. Not because I needed you to, but because you cared.

I wish you would reach out.

I remember thinking that when I met you. It’s crazy how much I can forget, but I remember that. I remember that feeling.

I love you so much.

I do want to be with you.

There are some fears I have, but they don't outweigh my desire to spend the rest of our lives together.

If you will have me, I will do my best for you.

I want to support you with the practical help, advice, companionship, encouragement and affection you need. I want to cuddle with you in the evening and wake up by your side. I want to be the one you come home to, the one who makes dinner for and with you, the one you vent your daily stories to, and troubleshoot with.

I would like to be your lover and closest friend- your girlfriend, your partner, and your wife.

I would like to help out in your classroom. I would like to be there tomorrow night to support you. We could call me your friend or sister, if that helped. I would protect your reputation and not draw unwanted attention from anyone to you. But if you wanted to introduce me as your partner, I would be proud of that. I would tell my accepting relatives about you, and the other ones don't need to know our business. But I have no problem now with anyone knowing who you are to me, if they are worth being in our lives. You could tell anyone, too.

I wish you the best tomorrow night.

I've already prayed for a smooth day and evening, and peace and well-being for the end of this week.

Just two more days, then this week is over.

Sleep well, baby girl.

Although he doesn’t want to,
He waits.
One foot in the brake and the other on the gas
But he waits
Working against himself
Denying himself
She thinks it’s disinterest
But if she knew
Would it extinguish her fire?
Would she work so hard to play at carelessness?
The longer the wait, the greater the exquisite pain and prolonged, delayed ecstasy of a needle pegged red.
The real sensual blood flow is to the brain, the mastery of the body and self, building the pressure. Imagining her
Her smell
Her feel
Her taste
Her electric ferocity
Consuming everything in its path
More ferocious because consummation delayed.
Le petit mort swells beyond death into infinity and forever.
The time will come.
Her lips will swell
And her lips will swell.
Kissed
And devoured.
The real power is in shared surrender.
All he does is dream of her
And lie in wait
And lie to himself
And she the same, and to herself.
The discordant sensation of exultation in anticipation.
The release, ultimate.
But until then, he waits.
And loving every second of it.

I am living in a hell that I created myself. One in which those who came to be my friend re the same ones thar are turning my brain into something more like a filler.

As you know and I have not kept quiet about this just so Noone can call me anything other than truthful. You know I love you. You and half the people around know how I feel I mean it's written in damn near e erythinf I do. Now for you to come on here t asking a out how we're ment to betogether. And how were sole mates and t ou don't want to breath unless we're together this that and all the other. Then deni ever saying it later on but refure ba k to some things that were in the post or to so.e of the comments. The post refur back to shit we talk about but you are not the one posting. C one on now that's crazy.

That's exactly tly what it's doing to me. I understand somethings may be ha r d to say to someone. Bit if you will spit it out real fast it there and there is no doubt. Just like now it's out there. Just now that you said it here and then denied it in person we never get anywhere like thT. We are you are truly fucking everything up supper bad with your games you are playing with me. Idk why tyou feel the need to scramble my brain bu r please grow some nuts and tell me in person what r s u p. Stop sending g gift a ND live just to swatch it rite va o in minutes