Please read this post from Twisted Monk in Seattle. It made me cry a bucketload, and realize, here I am trying my hardest to be strong right now. I am not. I am that small, sad, scared girl.
All I want is a man with a leather jacket like his. A had one, there's a photo of him on Facebook wearing it. I can only dream... He used also to tear about the streets on a bike in his, until recently.
Thank you, Twisted Monk. Thank you. More than you know.
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