Me here

Davidson NC

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The moon The hours Yes, original Maybe it WAS actually written for you. Thank you,They are so heartfelt. Male or female,anything in between. Does it really matter??? No, I apologize. I am unable to be interested in advances at this time, my heart body and mind reside in the abyss. Why respond with such a personal reply lacking in genuine gratitude when you do not actually know? I am me, you are you? He is he, she is she? You are so confident in your surety it is not for you. Or is for you. Or is or not for her. Or him. Or they. Satisfactory to live a life like-so? Making assumptions and sometimes harsh judgments or decisions that could cause pain on another;As it serves increasing the ego long enough to place artificial balm on realistic wounds and simply, above all else, serve self interest. An attempt to fill in the emptiness and unknown. The place we all stand alone, that is so feared. Perhaps not. One thing,however, is for certain. In darkness or light. It is so rare to find one who is completely selfless and sacrifices for another’s deep-rooted desires, happiness, and peace as they turn to form and cut wounds so deep. One who will give all as so much is being taken. One who will listen first and foremost to others’ voice sounding out, above their own, and not attempt to change what is heard; but actually be able to believe what resides deep within the other, even when in the light of the sun, as if they were standing alone on the dark side of the moon. For that I am so grateful for finding you. Building a connection. And not finding you. And not building a connection. 🤦🏾‍♂️🤦🏼🤦‍♀️🤦🏿‍♂️🤦🏻🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏽‍♂️🤦🏼‍♀️ The weeping willows’ branches droop lower, and cry in gratitude, at the replies.