How do I begin? With a word? a kiss? or a simple, what happened to us? Dkos, once I was yours and you were mine. We rejoiced in mucho Mojo and the ever-lasting TU. But no more.
I went away. and, when I returned, like Peter Pan, another was in your arms. But am I jealous? No. Am I sad? No. Am I confused? well......
I Had a breakdown, dkos, my love. I languished in a Psych Ward and now, in a shelter. But all is well. I have my access, my day job, and my meds. and the mood disorder? Why, it has ordered my thoughts - particularly when I compare my disorder to one of my 64 roommates. Yes, 64. A good number, no?
I shall be back to up my Mojo and regain the coveted TU. In fact, I'm back now.