There comes a time...

I hear you.
There comes a time when you feel too broken to love again, too scared, so why not too old, that's a real thing.
Then again there's our breath. As long as we breathe, there's starting over, in the breath itself.
You can sit in peace. That's enjoyable too, isn't it? It must be a very different season for you, incomprehensible to me..

Nice little poem

May you fondly remember the past and the present bring you joy and not think it's over...you still have many years to enjoy life.

I'm saving myself for Miley's and my wedding night!

Once am retired... Imma gonna b a sugar-daddy 🤗