Introductions discussion

Where does one even start? I joined FetLife after this person found me there. We chatted, and I thought to myself, what a stunning individual. That beauty never faded during our conversations; it only deepened over time. She is—and always will be—my fix. From that very first talk onward, she has remained constant. Her words held so much grace, as did her mind (which was truly present). One discovers in her something like a sweet drink. I have always been someone of honor and heart. That quality never waned; if anything, it grew stronger. I’ve rarely felt ‘normal,’ though perhaps that’s what I was made for anyway. There are days when I go without speaking at all, yet still find myself returning to the conversations we shared. If not for my generally good nature, I’d likely have avoided a job that I dutifully loathe. The distance is nearly 3 million miles away, and I despise it.

I carry many regrets, none of which can be undone. I must begin tomorrow; though I regret it, there seems no other path. Still, her voice echoes in my mind. I travel New York City, Long Island, Maine down to Minnesota, along with the eastern seaboard of the United States. Love isn’t lost just because we drive long distances. It’s not quite my dream life.

I regret letting someone—whom I once called a friend—have his sister stay at my place. Only to discover she wasn’t even really his sister! She took $13,863 from me—a sum that felt un-insurable and rocked my world afterward. Then came the explanations: things I like to call self-sacrifice for the greater good of another person. Self-sacrifice is love at its most ultimate form. It’s no different than swerving a truck out of the way to miss hitting a bus full of children, knowing your decision might cost you everything.