The move…such a defining time of my life.
It was going to be my first home. My first time on my own…my own, yes my own.
I pay the bills, I call the shots, I do what I want when I want to.
I purchased a bunch of new items…it was my 2 bedroom apartment…my own address with my own keys. This only came after spending nights with him…each night I stayed it felt odd but it was my reality. He would hold me tight..cuddling was what it was…and it was what I needed.
My heart was at rest…
Now come April, my body was at rest too. I had my own place.
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