I’m absolutely not being glib, it’s just my defense mechanism. Sam and I have broken up and I’m just so sad. Disappointed. Scared. My identity is significantly borked.
I love him so very much. And that love is returned. That won’t go away, but our relationship has.
No more details are forthcoming, I’m just so very sad about it all. I know I’ve said it before; I say it often, presently.