yes

Yesterday. I took the spirit box to the shower and i heard "i love you" for the first time from him. Several times. I was not expecting to hear it.

Someone in the town I left far behind me told the main perp i moved and approximately where i moved. I know this because the same broken record i was hearing in that town for almost 2 years infiltrated about 7 days ago here. That stalker shitter that i cut contact with 5 years ago who put himself before my wheelchair up to the last days before my move on purpose. That stalkerish, psychic astral rapist piece of shit. Cursed be that person who told that shitter where i am. Four months without his broken records playing and im fucking sick of his whole existence all over again.

What a treasure it is to be whole in yourself and have the blessing of experiencing missing someone. Because you are not missing them to complete you, you are not feeling a void in their absence within you. You simply love and hold space for who you are missing until you see wach other again.