Mr Z hit me for a sixer. I swear each bloke I meet just gets better and better.
We spent a sensational, mind blowing week together. He fucking played guitar and sang to me. I thought I'd met my match. He was/is fantastic. After that week of intensity, he left to travel for one month. Upon return I tried and tried to see him. We caught up a few times, and that was incredible. The last time he went away, I never heard from him again.
I asked the Universe to stop thinking about him. I still can't delete his number. Mr Z still holds a piece of me.
xoxo
A little insight into my thoughts, loves, losses & of course wins. Afterall - This Is Dash x ps... according to whoever you are.. these events, may or may not have happened x
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