I didn't realize there are still people who haven't seen me tell this story.

I'm not engaged currently.
I didn't marry him.
We split after a couple of years together & him leaving me at the altar. https://twitter.com/fgc_preachaman/status/1311664491747213312

When he told me about his divorce, I wasn't happy he was hurting. I didn't have a feeling at all. When he asked me to come talk, I didn't want to. But one drunken night on an unexpected trip, I called him. I'm glad I did. The story ended beautifully, to me.

We reconnected, fell back into old habits, I missed a few more flights home and one drunken night turned into swirls of sunrises & sunsets illuminating days & nights of lovemaking scored but laughter & breathing & hushed sweet nothings.
Then one day, I left & we've barely spoken

Loving me is a privilege. It's an adventure. It feels surreal.

I'm the kind of magic you don't find twice.

So all of my love stories sound like they could be movies because sometimes, you don't need logic, you need magic and I welcome that into my life.

I've had several dates that go on for days. When you bring me into your world, I bring my world with me & the collision of our worlds will always be a cataclysmic explosion of romance, passion and love.

I'm an addiction and I don't take that responsibility lightly.

I get asked often enough why I'm single if I'm so great.

It's a choice, not a lack of interest.

I've kissed people so deeply that I can tell whether I'm breathing my air or theirs. I've felt touched that have ignited me to the point that I'm so hot I'm cold.

I've had conversations after lovers have left me to start their day that end with them right back with me b/c I've stolen their minds with my words.

I'm single b/c I don't play with my magic. Not everyone who wants to know me in this way deserves to.