we can spend a lifetime searching for the love of our lives.
dating ain’t easy ya’ll.
it requires a shit ton of energy tbh.
in this life,
we meet some males and think:
I WON’T HAVE A HOUSE FULL OF CATS AND MEMORIES.“
…and a majority of the time,
it turns out to be “the one who was sent from satan“.
i haven’t given up on finding someone,
but i’m taking a sabbatical.
if someone comes along,
but i’m done searching.
the following story broke my heart today.
life can have a weird sense of humor.
it was about a gay male by the name of pierre,
who moved from paris to atlanta.
he met the love of his life and well…
how sad is this?
you go through fuck boi after fuck boi and heartbreak after heartbreak,
but as soon as you find the one,
he drops dead.
i’d be inconsolable.
i’d probably be closed off from new love going forward.
i remember the pain i felt when star fox died and he was my best friend.
stories like this show that happiness isn’t always guaranteed for us.
stories like these serve as examples and even lessons.
rip to pierre and his love.
i hope they are able to reunite in the next lifetime.