Yet again…. Nothing is ever lost… only changed*****Four times, ladies and gentlemen. ?FOUR.As in, three strikes, plus one because I’m too goddamn nice.?*****Patrick may very well have been the star-crossed love of my life. When we met it was pure lightning bolt ?, all the way. Our connection has always been intense and emotional. Even during our down times, we talked. Over the past two years, he has been my mainstay; the one person in the world to whom I could tell absolutely anything. I loved him. I still love him. I will probably always feel that way about him. ?After I wrote this post, I thought we were done. But he came back again, as he always did. This time we only talked. I was at least smart enough to not meet him in person this time. diyarbakır escort
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