Hello Everyone:
The last 24 hours have been kind of frantic. The suicide bombing in Manchester had me emailing and messaging the Brit BF to make sure he was alright. He sometimes works food concessions at events like concerts. I finally heard from him this morning, he was at home, fast asleep when the whole thing happened. He worked a five-day, 60-hour marathon shift. When he finally got home, he went to bed early. He didn't find out what happened until this morning (GMT), when his sister called him. His house is about 20 minutes, by public transport, south of the city center. He appreciates all my messages. I feel relieved that he's safe and sound. I really do still care about him, regardless of what he thinks or tells himself. I was just remembering the way he held me, his kisses, the way he made love to me. All glorious memories. Like the waking up with him on bed, next to me. His honey toned voice. The way he makes me laugh. I can go on. I know I can't go back to the way things were but if I could, I would change one or two things. Not be so hesitant. I would jump in fully and give myself fully to him. He deserved that from me. I hope I get a second chance with him.
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