YOU ARE WONDERFUL, NANCY HUNTER FLUFFY-FLOWER, WILD-FLOWER PRAIRIE ROSE--I MUST THEN KEEP YOU AS 'THE ONE EGG IN MY YOLK-SAC "BASKET" THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU ILY I CAN'T STOP LOVING YOU, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU...

 Nancy! ...Seems like-- to my utter and full-joy, yoetu 'regard' me via this 'journaling' blog medium, the way by which I am closer to felt-assurance that ; U-come-2-me as a kind of choice, greatly lessening my real dread that again somehow some way am 'making you feel uncomfortable' for which-- and which need I respect-- you 'separate to find peace'... and by the way I at the level of 'soul' (which wants to grow all-woman of souling) YOU FEEL PEACE AS HOPE-I MY ABSENCE FROM YOU DOES PLEASE PACIFY ;-)

There for me has been a process in this souling from the moment 2024.3.13pm9EDST to now... my passion for you has stayed about the same of level (assayable from m'cerebrum's substantia nigra (dopamine site) and m'ventral-tegmental area -- various neurotransmission's site); in the best ways, after yes anger that you then did no 'answer' to my craving to hear your gentle voice, I 'softened' into acceptance-- very very happy acceptance that now Nancy Hunter's free and 'getable' for love from men, of which dangling kind I 'member' now less-and-less ;-)...

AND! I have learned of the hiLppie-swinger-polyamory term Compersion, which means that IFF my burning-Love as are you comes to romance Another, as has always been the case for me, but now dominantly-so, I LOVE MY LOVER AND EN-JOY HER LOVE FOR ANOTHER-BROTHER...

AND: Sometimes a Someone hits a kind of 'Hi' when I utter such things, a-blogging, and (timorously as Hell!) texting, almost-never-now phoning...THIS FEELS THESE 'HITS' AS THOUGH THESE WAYS OF SAYING ILY 2U ARE TO SOME EXTENT OK...

THUS I AM MADE HAPPY TO LOVE YOU JUST AS MUCH OR MORE THAN EVER BEFORE, FROM A PROFUNDISSIO COMPERSION THAT LOVES YOU LOVING-- O PRAYTELL-- SOME OTHER MAN NOT ME [AND WITH PRAYER-THE-MORE YOU LOVE A MAN OF COLOUR-BLACK ;-)]

YOU ARE WONDERFUL, NANCY HUNTER FLUFFY-FLOWER, WILD-FLOWER PRAIRIE ROSE--I MUST THEN KEEP YOU AS 'THE ONE EGG IN MY YOLK-SAC "BASKET"...' THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU ILY I CAN'T STOP LOVING YOU, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU...

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