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You could go to my place and wait for me. Shaw: You know I do. I'm going to miss you too. Call me when you get home. Me: Better yet, I'll FaceTime you. You can show me your tits while I jack off. She burst out laughing uproariously. Everyone around us stopped eating to stare at her. I said out loud. "Something you want to share with the rest of us? We all need a good laugh." She just shook her head and started typing again. Shaw: You are so naughty. Me: Only for you baby. Only for you.

She said in appreciation. She didn't want me to go just here and I was happy with what I got from her. "You have given me more than enough dosage of joy today." I responded. She pulled me backward for a minute and suddenly turned serious. "I shouldn't be doing this but... You have become one of the greatest people that I look up to. It would be a disaster if I receive information that is going to hurt you and keep it to myself because I don't want to share it with anyone. That would be wickedness and I will never want to do that to someone I love."

she begins, her breathing is quick and she rambles breathlessly, "I know that you don't want anyone to see your pain. That you prefer to leave, to go places where no one can reach you." I do not know if I am more astounded that she would remember those words of mine, or the truth she speaks after. "But deep down I know that you want someone to find you, Kayos. Or you would not have come at all." Only the sounds of her breaths could be heard between her words. "I know you wish to heal," she adds, "When pain is shared it is much easier to heal. Much easier. I know." My lips press together at her words. The temptation to have even a fraction of this pain lifted from my shoulders is incomparable

she trailed off and paused, "... that I haven't fully let free for a few years. Not for a lack of desire. Oh, no, most definitely not because of that. Because I can only share it with the very rare person who gets it but also who will appreciate and honor my need for total secrecy." "My interest is piqued," I said. "And you think I'm one of these rare people? We barely know each other." "True," she conceded, "but we have mutual friends. I've asked around a little bit. Very quietly, of course." I laughed. "That's either good or bad, but I am here, and we are having this conversation, so I'm guessing that the blemishes on my reputation might have something to do with the mirror image of your p

My fingers on their own accord pointed to her cheeks where a fat tear laid "It's nothing," she swiped it off smoothly "You know, it is said that sharing your problems with someone helps." I tried prying her to open up to me "That's not true, your problem is your burden alone, there's nothing to share. It just becomes a known problem to everyone," she licked the rim of her glass "Well I say otherwise," I laid my head on the table and waited for her to open up which she did after some quiet seconds, as quiet as a bar could be. She seemed to be thinking.

He finishes with a forced smile. Uncertain what to say in response, she nods. “You don't let out much, do you?” She glances up at him. He’s looking at her. She tugs the jacket tighter around herself. She doesn't like this kind of attention. It's too deep. He's wanting to know her. “You've never let anything you slip.” He expatiates. She looks away. She's not used to sharing. The only person she ever shares her true feelings with is in jail. And her father made sure she kept only her imaginary friends growing up.

I decided to let it go for now, not wanting to pry or make her uncomfortable. But then she opened up. Her smile broadened, and her eyes sparkled as she began to share more about herself. I listened intently, fascinated by her stories and experiences. As she spoke, I felt like I was getting a glimpse into her world, one that was full of warmth, kindness, and depth. Her words were like a balm to my soul, soothing my worries and making me feel more connected to her. I found myself drawn to her vulnerability and authenticity, and I felt grateful for the opportunity to get to know her better.

I wondered if she had her own battles, her own secrets kept hidden beneath a professional demeanor. "You know," she began, her voice softening, "sometimes it helps to share your burdens with someone you trust. You don't have to face everything alone." Her words struck a chord within me, stirring a mix of vulnerability and longing. Snuggle was maddening. I would be lucky to share the impact that app had on our lives. I badly wanted to. A pinching thought at the back of my mind was of the opinion that perhaps it was time to let someone in, to let go of the isolation I had imposed upon myself even if I had May.

"Oh I see" "I just want you to know that now we're forced to live under the same roof. So you can share your pain with me everytime you feel. I won't judge you, I am a good listener. And sharing pain, reduces it" she told him casually as she wrapped the bandage around his arm. "I will and what about you?" He asked after a moment. "What about me?" She questioned back. "When you will start to share everything with me? I also expect same from you" he replied making her speechless.