Keeping it alive

Keeping it alive

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Sep 14, 2021
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Romance
The last time I did this it did not go well, I ended up empty, sad (sadder than I already was), and broken. A pretty common description of how it goes when your soul tried joining the love parade and then said "yeaaaaaaaah, no fucking thanks". But this time I'm gonna keep it alive. I said before, that I would do anything to keep what I had and I sincerely have no idea if this will just be a repetition of that. But one Can always hope for the better. Especially those scared enough to make their lives public And that's just what I'm about to do --- Terra Medusa Shaw has always been very peculiar, odd for some, bipolar for others, and completely out of the ordinary for all. After all, she became a little bit of a flirtatious dork. So I will let you read her, now public, diaries and watch all the variations of terra's relationships. Yes, multiple relationships. All the Characters are my own, the story is entirely mine too. Needless to say, rights reserved to me. Enjoy my Love Chicken Noodle
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As I stare at myself in the mirror, I don't even recognize the reflection. I'm a married woman, and I can't get over that. I'm only wearing red lace underwear at the moment. I wear sexy panties and bras now because I have someone who's seeing them every day other than myself. Does he wear special boxers...? I'm not ready to think about Silas that way yet. It is still too weird. I am a little surprised that I haven't had a meltdown yet. I've never had a panic attack before, but my life has been turned upside-down. I have a pretty damn good excuse to have one. Everyone is probably expecting that I will. They may even be surprised that I haven't yet. Eight years erased... Eight years to learn... I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm still me... just older. I rub lotion into my face, examining it closely. Still me. Same blue eyes. Same shallow dimples in my cheeks. Same lips that cover straight teeth that my parents paid a lot of money for. I step back and take in my body. A little curvier then I remember, but not by much. I guess with marriage comes comfort weight. My hair is the same blonde, just longer. How odd to have everything the same... yet so different. Completed July of 2019

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