I'm quite adopted in case you didn't know. I am perfectly fine with this, I'm 22 and SO over it. But my former French half-sister still sends me embarrassing letters.
But today we had a little flash to the past. Suddenly everything can make sense. Sounds exciting... but now it's my turn to say: He worries me.
At the same time, for the briefest moment I re-lived a bit of those past feelings I had for Michelangelo. You'd think they'd never died. I also quasi-established that Veronique would be my wife. I wonder where that's all headed. Never mind that one of the reasons I got kicked out from my last foster family was for sleeping with my young step-brother's girlfriend... and then with him.
That's all in the past though right? ... Right?
I'm not there right now. I'm here. February 18. 18/2 - 2/18
Right now, I just want to rest my head on his heart, see if I can calm it down, because I need it to keep beating steady and healthy. We're barely getting started.
I love him.
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Oh yes... we're barely getting started.
<3
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