Thinking back it had nothing to do with the act in and of itself. He made me laugh multiple times & I liked his personality before we met IRL. There was a moment when I looked into his eyes that I always go back to. And others.
He just felt right for whatever reason. But I didn’t want to believe it at the time because it didn’t make any logical sense for him to feel that way. Felt it was all hormones etc … yet all these years later, it still exists. And it’s not a desire to win. I just wanted to see my friend again. To hug him & catch up on life. We remained in contact for awhile after then then he ghosted 👻 Cause life … but even that makes sense now. Who knows what will happen? I don’t. Outside of everything I know it’s going to happen so I’m going to have to be an adult & go see him. Not for sex or romance. It just needs to be done.
Below is a poem that kind of describes it:
She had charisma.
Some say she let herself go.
She had to hide her light.
Over the years she had others manipulate her.
Then brutally take her birthright.
Drowning out every good she once knew.
She had to let them believe they won.
It was the only way she knew how to stay alive.
Her body broken. Soul shattered blasphemy …
She knew if she gained weight the chances would lesson they would find her …
The dark ones who knew her power. Who fed from her flames to seek to portray morality.
She lived like a zombie. Refusing to allow herself to live in her power.
Until it was time … her lifelong commitment has been to humanity. She was no longer a light bearer. She controlled everything. Intuitively.
Come what may. She bows to the God within her. No man will ever dull her light again. Love leads.
Love Winz /
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2024-09-19 23:21:20
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