Jan 25, 2024
I’m doubtful at times but I need my lover. His touch, his voice, his jokes, our laughter. Bby I miss you so much.
I write all the things I want to say in person but I don’t or I’m not ready to.
I guess I’m ready in the heart.
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I’m doubtful at times but I need my lover. His touch, his voice, his jokes, our laughter. Bby I miss you so much.
I write all the things I want to say in person but I don’t or I’m not ready to.
I guess I’m ready in the heart.
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he’s my baby and imma stick beside him 🤎
I had a delicious beauty collagen blend with my water then chased it with pineapple coconut water *chef’s kiss* 🤌🏾😌
Sunday Night to do:
Finish roast
Order virgin wine
Order wireless bra
Do not lament about work
Manifesting journal
Gratitude list
Yoga
Meditation
Prayer
Relax
Pick out outfit for work tmrw
This blog is a dedicated wellspring for manifesting the romance, affection and lover that I desire and deserve.
And beyond my knowing…
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If not summer, the October. Or spring—March & April. The rising temperament of love. Perhaps July, merely a return to the sun. This is where my love for self sits in reflection.
If not then, then when?
October is haunting and winter is too slow. January too cold and selfish. February too cliche. March is almost ready and very wanting. April just enough. A fresh start on its own. May endings and beginnings. June measured and paced. July and August hot, much too hot for long connection. Maybe then September? The only month untouched by incidents of mistaken airs.
September. A month of transition. Beyond the heat of August, before the longing of Winter.
Thank you sweet September.
-mjstla
what I really want is meaningful + deep connection that yields deep physical intimacy as a positive result.
I embrace the romance, love, and affection that I deserve. 🙏🏾