Drew “Our Love Story.”

In the heart of San Francisco, there was someone I cherished deeply, a love that never truly faded… until it did. We shared holidays wrapped in each other’s warmth, our hands intertwined in moments of pure affection. Our love felt invincible, but as time passed, everything unraveled, turning into a mess I couldn’t salvage.

I recall the sweet taste of his lips on mine, the salty breeze caressing our skin as we sat by the beach, enveloped in the rhythm of the waves. It was a birthday long past, yet the memory remains vivid. From the Sunset District, we ventured down to the shore, where I nestled into his embrace, our connection deepening with each tender kiss shared in that fleeting moment of bliss.

My love for him knew no bounds; I would have moved mountains for him. Yet, amidst our bond, he harbored a secret he promised to reveal. But the truth remained shrouded, leaving me in a maze of uncertainty. Years later, in the midst of my darkest hour, as I struggled with crippling low blood sugar in the labyrinth of Grand Mall, Milpitas, he emerged like a guardian angel. From Berkeley, he journeyed to my side, wiping away my tears and guiding me home, a light of unwavering friendship and compassion in my hour of need.

Despite our separation, he extended his hand to me, offering solace and refuge when I felt abandoned by the world. Amidst a sea of fleeting desires, he stood as a steadfast pillar of genuine affection in a world where many sought only to possess. While others coveted my body, he cherished my soul, embracing me with a love that transcended mere physical desires.

Kelly