I have decided to be happy. Beach Gal’s happy and that’s all I want. I’m good with that. I’ll love her till I die and I’ll always be there but knowing she’s smiling and laughing puts a smile on my face. Time to lift the heavy heart, be me and go on with life, which ain’t so bad. Have great friends, no money worries, nice place to live, could be a hell of a lot worse.
What did I say to elicit that response anyway? I believe if you truly love someone, that’s forever. They own a piece of your heart. Their happiness is your happiness. Just cause you are not together you don’t love them less. I can’t imagine it any other way. If you don’t feel that way, you never really loved them in the first place. Just me
What the hell does that mean? I know nothing’s perfect, and I know I want it to be perfect. I’m an ass, nice man, loving, considerate and generous but an ass and a dumb one at that. I appreciate the hug. Have not had one in almost a year and a half and a great hug soothes your soul. Beach Gal is an amazing hugger. Could fix anything with it. Here I go again. What is wrong with me?!
My brain can make it seem right but my heart is vigorously flipping me the finger
Every guy does the tape
Ah well, got little feet
No rush… just being… rubbing… listening
Love having my feet rubbed. Not had that in along time either. Nothing like being pampered