6 weeks of pelvic rest… oh my GOODNESS I’m going to cry like a baby
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6 weeks of pelvic rest… oh my GOODNESS I’m going to cry like a baby
Letter to You
I don’t know if you will ever read this.
Maybe you never need to.
But I have to say it anyway.
I was wrong. I know that.
I stumbled. I made a mistake.
And you have every right to leave,
to turn away, to refuse to believe.
But do you know what it feels like
to have your whole life revolve around someone
and still be abandoned by them—
or by the version of them
that you thought loved you back?
I lived for you.
I lived for our children.
I carried your happiness like a prayer,
and still it wasn’t enough.
I’ve shown you proof.
I’ve bled the truth from my hands.
But you refuse to see it.
And the cruelest part
is that you know I love you,
and still you leave.
Do you understand
what it means to be faithful in everything
and yet be treated
as if your loyalty is a lie?
I am broken.
I am guilty.
I am ashamed.
But I am also still yours,
in the ways that matter.
I loved us.
I still do.
I still hold every laugh, every quiet touch,
every stolen hour when the world did not know our names.
And yes, I am hurting.
Yes, I am scared.
Yes, I am angry.
Because love is not supposed to feel like this—
like I am the one punished
for being human,
for being human and loving too deeply.
I wish you could see me
not as the mistake,
not as the reason,
but as the heart that never stopped being yours.
And if that is impossible,
then I will carry it myself.
I will carry the love, the children,
the memories of us,
and the ache of a devotion
you chose not to hold.
TO MY FUTURE PARTNER, IT DOESN'T MATTER WHERE YOU CAME FROM, WHAT'S YOUR RACE, YOUR COLOR, YOUR LOOKS, YOUR HEIGHT. YOUR EVERYTHING DOESN'T MATTER TO ME AS LONG AS YOU'RE LAN WANGJI
I day dream about you love. About us. In bed. On our honeymoon. Snuggling writhing kissing. The sex is sensuous. There's lots of serpentine slithering, hissing and intertwining 💕 can't wait to actually do it all with you 💋 there's so many positions and roles we could try. Coffee, croissant pancake dates, to clandestine roleplay settings. Agent and siren. The possibilities are endless. In a lot of my dreams your face is buried between my legs and I'm in a silk lavender shift. Your hair is soft and your tongue swirls magic into my core. You have me
Wet and rocking in bed, at work and in the car. I want u. I want us to mingle. Your cock warmed between my legs. Holy union baby ❤️ I love u. For who you are and all that u do for me, for us. You're one of the most wonderful things that have happened to me so far. How did we get so lucky. Love u forever?
You’ll always be my favorite torment, since you are already my favorite kind of peace.
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Here I am, another restless night spent staring at your beautiful face, with hopes our future children get your perfect little button nose, & those soft, luscious lips that give your gorgeous face those adorable little smile lines. Here I am, falling more, & more in love with you every second I lay here staring at such a wonderful soul.
1:05 am - 06/25/2021