BBW_T&A_Lover
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It sucks when you meet someone and you have an instant connection, only for that person to leave without a trace.
I met a very beautiful woman on here in 2015. It was actually a week before my birthday. I was 40, she was 52. Had the looks, personality, every thing I had been looking for in a woman. She was so beautiful. We considered each other soul mates and planned to marry one day. This was going on for almost two years. We talked in some form every day. She even gave me money to buy a bed so I could move back home after I broke up with my ex.
Next thing I know, she was gone. No emails, no texts, wouldn't answer her cell. It's like she disappeared off the planet.
This was almost two years ago. Why does it still hurt just as much as the next week? To this day, I still can't get her out of my mind. There are times where I cry because of the sheer loneliness. Even as I type this, I feel my eyes welling up. I find myself going to the white pages to find her husband's name in the hopes one of the numbers will lead to her.
It's hard for me because I'm disabled. I can't drive. I live with my parents now and I can't get in a car. I sit home all day and stare out the window.
I feel like such a fool sometimes that I just can't take it.
I met a very beautiful woman on here in 2015. It was actually a week before my birthday. I was 40, she was 52. Had the looks, personality, every thing I had been looking for in a woman. She was so beautiful. We considered each other soul mates and planned to marry one day. This was going on for almost two years. We talked in some form every day. She even gave me money to buy a bed so I could move back home after I broke up with my ex.
Next thing I know, she was gone. No emails, no texts, wouldn't answer her cell. It's like she disappeared off the planet.
This was almost two years ago. Why does it still hurt just as much as the next week? To this day, I still can't get her out of my mind. There are times where I cry because of the sheer loneliness. Even as I type this, I feel my eyes welling up. I find myself going to the white pages to find her husband's name in the hopes one of the numbers will lead to her.
It's hard for me because I'm disabled. I can't drive. I live with my parents now and I can't get in a car. I sit home all day and stare out the window.
I feel like such a fool sometimes that I just can't take it.