Dear diary or whatever this used to be,
It's June.
Time flies. Everything's in place, and it's all perfect. That fountain boy- that man, is my home. He healed my heart, my soul and my mind. He healed me. We now live together I'm my apartment. I can't imagine life without him, everyday he brings home a new reason to live. We're in love or at least I think we are. I've never experienced love.
He opened up to me about his family last month. They died in whilst being held hostage during a robbery. Oh God, I can't even imagine that type of pain- losing your loving family- perfectly wonderful people meet death for no reason.
Any ways, I'm not quite sure why I wrote in here, but something inside me was itching me to. See ya later- it's date time!
xoxox
