Angel 7.0 Let him go, let him go, let him go; Silverblack

💕🦇🖤🌹🔥 He rolls into my scrolling of my newsfeed. “Maybe don’t leave a comment today. Give him a break. Don’t chase. You comment every day. Roll on by.” Then my eyes take a peek before I scroll. Stopped dead. Such extraordinary beauty… my heart …aches. A couple of his words flash on the screen… I unmute it, pull my eyes away to spare my heart… but his wisdom enters my ears and goes straight into me. April 4th last year. That was the first time I messaged with him. The first time I felt like this, was the instant I saw him. It’s March 10th. My heart has ached for him for an entire year, I saw him several times quite by accident last March in my newsfeed, before I contacted him April 4th, and hired him to personally coach me for the next five months. It’s in my first short-story I wrote about him. I wrote a book about him during those months, “Angel 7.0 & Silverblack.” It’s on my website as I type this. “Let him go, let him go, let him go…” My heart aches. My Silverblack… 🔥🌹🖤🦇💕