She sent at 23:11, still Thursday night: via text, before drifting to slumber
Just do what you do.
Touch base when you see light at the end of the crazy tunnel you must be in.
Not going anywhere.
No pressure to add to your world…
and deep beautiful places to take you.
His scent at 06:00, four days ago, Monday morning: the now-fading invasion of his Bleu de Chanel