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Confession

Leituras 44
Votos 3
Capítulos 1
Tempo <5 mins

Leituras 44
Votos 3
Capítulos 1
Tempo <5 mins

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My confession is a heartfelt expression of the universal quest for love and connection. It's a poignant reminder that the journey to find love is often fraught with challenges and uncertainties. The emotions I've shared resonate deeply, and many can relate to the longing for a bond that transcends the ordinary union of souls and creates a story worth telling, much like the intricate tales and characters I craft in my DND campaigns.

As we navigate this path, remember that love is not just found in the embrace of another but also in the passions that drive us, like my dedication to pet care and the creative energy I pour into my storytelling. Sometimes, love finds us when we're not actively searching, emerging in the most unexpected moments and forms.

While I can't predict the future or the workings of fate, I can offer you a piece of reflective poetry inspired by my own words.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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HATE TO LOVE YOU ✅ cover

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If I Try (Lesbian Story)

My life in ruins, this is where I'm at currently. I was living a lie, lying to people and most importantly to myself. You can act straight all you want, you can try to convince yourself that, but no matter how hard you try. The truth is always revealed. What did I do? I stroked her face, and told her she was still beautiful, then I bent down and kissed her. One of those soft, yet deep, gut wrenching, I'll always love you, but I have to let you go, goodbye kisses. Then I rested my forehead on hers and closed my eyes. I saw the past that we had, all of the memories we had together, I took them in, I felt the feelings again, I processed them. Then I saw the dreams that we dreamed for our future, I saw all of our plans that we made, I felt them, I felt the pain of what would never be, and then I released it all. I didn't realize I was sobbing until I felt her hand graze over the tears. I opened my eyes, blinked away the tears I had left, and smiled. She returned my smile. We knew at that point that no matter what happened, we would be ok.............. This is my struggle, this is my journey. Join me for the ride, but make sure you wear your helmet.