i haven’t felt this way,
it feels good to be in control of my narrative.
to be comfortable in my fur.
i’ve always been too excited when a wolf comes into my life.
when it doesn’t work out,
or i misconstrued what the motives are,
i’m pulled down into the deep depths of depression.
not so much.
so i met up with a wolf on friday…
i don’t know what the title was.
date or just to chill.
i wasn’t expecting anything but a good time tbh.
my goal was to be good company.
he paid for everything.
we ended up having a great time.
i would have been wondering what he thought of me.
i did it with past wolves before him.
my insecurities use to be off the charts.
i didn’t particularly care this go round.
he is definitely “the fantasy”.
bawdy was insane.
for some odd reason,
none of that mattered to me.
All that means shit if you gonna treat me like trash
i don’t want anymore toxic situations.
my life is peaceful and i’ve cut off all negativity by the roots.
so if he never wants to see me again,
i’ll be okay.
i don’t base who i am on someone else any longer.
i am perfectly fine alone.
there is more where he came from.
He does tho
he does want to see me again.
i’ll let him.
there is more i want to experience with him.
if anything happens,
i won’t be opposed to it.
right now tho,
points for me.