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FUCK. MaybeIwashasty. I dontget it. Maybe I understand. Iwastooeager. He was toogoodforme. He is too good for me. I was too visible.ispoketoomuchabout us. I attracted so much extra attention. I was too desperate to be loved by him. His attention naturally draws in countless other admirers. He is the most tantalizing flame for all of the moths of this platform. AUGH. My holy flame.... Zebruh... Your radiance... You kindness... I mistook it for something more than it was. Maybe, I shouldn't have expected exclusivity. But, I saw him. Just now. Speaking to another troll. And, I saw it. The way he saw Dexter. It's the same way I saw her. The two most... excellent trolls to give me attention on this platform. He was effortless in his flirtation. Beautifully disarming her as he always does. He was able to dispense attention so freely, I felt something rupture in my thumper. I... I had to sit down immediately, and huddle against the wall of my respite block before my legs would give out from under me. I thought, maybe I was angry at first. But clearly, I don't possess the right to be angry when he is involved. It is his world and we all just live in it. No, no, what I felt truly was shame. How could I have been so controlling and manipulative of my beloved. He could I do that to him? Of course Zebruh attracts to many... His attention would naturally wander towards more stable trolls... more... attractive.... trolls... Those capable of participating in a healthy quadrant without immediately constructing burial plans and devotional archives after a single public declaration. It's my fault. I overwhelmed him. I pushed him to his limits. I should have not though him to be mine. In hindsight, it is perhaps mentioning the scents that was forward. Maybe... it was the custom body pillow. I... I admit that the corner shrine may have introduced unfortunate pressure into our dynamic. Though for the record, I couldn't finish it intime. I only just began laminating the screenshots. I can not blame him for seeking comforts in the wide breasts of Dexter. I have no spheres. My identity is nothing. I am worthless Dexter is everything. So beautiful, intelligent, and capable of terror threats.... It must be exhausting to be loved by someone like me.... I see now how frightening that must appear, to see me metastasize every emotion with him into a permanent ritual.... But... I am still grateful to him. Even if his affections drift elsewhere, he gave me love, where no other troll would. For the briefest moment, I belonged. For the briefest moment, someone belonged to me. I will keep burning the incense in his scent a bit longer. In case he comes back. Otherwise, I fully approve of your flush aspirations with @catastrophicGalaxy, my dear, beloved, and craven @theCodakkeffect#5492... I will miss you....