Date: September 18th, 2018 8:45 PM
Author: Twisted pisswyrm
It wasn’t all puppy love and unicorns thanks to the next memorable man. D, you tricked me into trusting you and took things farther than I gave you the right to. While you staked a claim on a part of my consciousness for the rest of my life, I won’t give you much time here.
It wasn’t easy telling my fiancé about you. Now he knows why I can’t watch certain movie scenes and why I take the #MeToo movement so seriously, and there’s nothing he can do about it but tread lightly. I wish I didn’t have to mention you. But the person I’m choosing to spend the rest of my life with is patient and gentle. Maybe what you did to me had something to do with that.
He wasn’t the only love interest I had to share this with in order to feel safe and understood. Shortly after that experience with you, D, I met my high school turned college sweetheart.
J, you were understanding of the fact that we wouldn’t be stealing any bases because of what D did to me.
Years later, you drove hours to whisk me to West Virginia University on days when my college-induced-depression spiked, and held my hand as my body adapted to antidepressants. Our bond was so strong, “I love you” didn’t quite encapsulate it, so we made up a word, just for us, to express our feelings for each other.
It wasn’t all puppy love and unicorns thanks to the next memorable man. D, you tricked me into trusting you and took things farther than I gave you the right to. While you staked a claim on a part of my consciousness for the rest of my life, I won’t give you much time here.
It wasn’t easy telling my fiancé about you. Now he knows why I can’t watch certain movie scenes and why I take the #MeToo movement so seriously, and there’s nothing he can do about it but tread lightly. I wish I didn’t have to mention you. But the person I’m choosing to spend the rest of my life with is patient and gentle. Maybe what you did to me had something to do with that.
He wasn’t the only love interest I had to share this with in order to feel safe and understood. Shortly after that experience with you, D, I met my high school turned college sweetheart.
J, you were understanding of the fact that we wouldn’t be stealing any bases because of what D did to me.
Years later, you drove hours to whisk me to West Virginia University on days when my college-induced-depression spiked, and held my hand as my body adapted to antidepressants. Our bond was so strong, “I love you” didn’t quite encapsulate it, so we made up a word, just for us, to express our feelings for each other.
It wasn’t all puppy love and unicorns thanks to the next memorable man. D, you tricked me into trusting you and took things farther than I gave you the right to. While you staked a claim on a part of my consciousness for the rest of my life, I won’t give you much time here.
It wasn’t easy telling my fiancé about you. Now he knows why I can’t watch certain movie scenes and why I take the #MeToo movement so seriously, and there’s nothing he can do about it but tread lightly. I wish I didn’t have to mention you. But the person I’m choosing to spend the rest of my life with is patient and gentle. Maybe what you did to me had something to do with that.
He wasn’t the only love interest I had to share this with in order to feel safe and understood. Shortly after that experience with you, D, I met my high school turned college sweetheart.
J, you were understanding of the fact that we wouldn’t be stealing any bases because of what D did to me.
Years later, you drove hours to whisk me to West Virginia University on days when my college-induced-depression spiked, and held my hand as my body adapted to antidepressants. Our bond was so strong, “I love you” didn’t quite encapsulate it, so we made up a word, just for us, to express our feelings for each other.
It wasn’t all puppy love and unicorns thanks to the next memorable man. D, you tricked me into trusting you and took things farther than I gave you the right to. While you staked a claim on a part of my consciousness for the rest of my life, I won’t give you much time here.
It wasn’t easy telling my fiancé about you. Now he knows why I can’t watch certain movie scenes and why I take the #MeToo movement so seriously, and there’s nothing he can do about it but tread lightly. I wish I didn’t have to mention you. But the person I’m choosing to spend the rest of my life with is patient and gentle. Maybe what you did to me had something to do with that.
He wasn’t the only love interest I had to share this with in order to feel safe and understood. Shortly after that experience with you, D, I met my high school turned college sweetheart.
J, you were understanding of the fact that we wouldn’t be stealing any bases because of what D did to me.
Years later, you drove hours to whisk me to West Virginia University on days when my college-induced-depression spiked, and held my hand as my body adapted to antidepressants. Our bond was so strong, “I love you” didn’t quite encapsulate it, so we made up a word, just for us, to express our feelings for each other.
It wasn’t all puppy love and unicorns thanks to the next memorable man. D, you tricked me into trusting you and took things farther than I gave you the right to. While you staked a claim on a part of my consciousness for the rest of my life, I won’t give you much time here.
It wasn’t easy telling my fiancé about you. Now he knows why I can’t watch certain movie scenes and why I take the #MeToo movement so seriously, and there’s nothing he can do about it but tread lightly. I wish I didn’t have to mention you. But the person I’m choosing to spend the rest of my life with is patient and gentle. Maybe what you did to me had something to do with that.
He wasn’t the only love interest I had to share this with in order to feel safe and understood. Shortly after that experience with you, D, I met my high school turned college sweetheart.
J, you were understanding of the fact that we wouldn’t be stealing any bases because of what D did to me.
Years later, you drove hours to whisk me to West Virginia University on days when my college-induced-depression spiked, and held my hand as my body adapted to antidepressants. Our bond was so strong, “I love you” didn’t quite encapsulate it, so we made up a word, just for us, to express our feelings for each other.
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