making love to him was supposed to make her feel found.
instead, she left with a vague feeling of nebulous uncertainty, sobbing insidly over his moving attempts to make her feel good, held, loved, cared for.
how can a person that lost make you possibly feel found.
there is no way
we have to
wait
and god helps those, who help themselves. how
convenient
thank you for yet another chance to stare into this abysses of loss and despair, confusion ; thank you for yet another chance to try to fill this abyss with love. love profusion
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