I wrote lengthy paragraphs about the first two heartbreaks of my life... it is time to write about the third and most significant.
This happened today, you see. I was blindsided. Ill prepared. I knew I loved this man dearly. I spoke about him a few times in my blog. He was my first lifestyle relationship. My best relationship I had ever had.
A few weeks ago we had a conversation and he told me he still loved me. He’d say it often. He was a first for many experiences for me. I’ll always love him for being exactly what I needed at any given moment.
Until today.
I received a message from a mutual friend. Another sub. She asked if I had heard about our friend. My heart dropped a little and I said, “No, please tell me it’s nothing bad.”
Then I noticed the message from his mom. I almost didn’t want to read it.
He had been working on a truck and it rolled on top of him and killed him this morning.
Thus breaking my heart along with his life.
I don’t really know what else to say at this point.