This “…cemetery” issue of yours feels like a mental prison, a form of self-sabotage and/or a provocation and a test for me. At first, it hurt, along with that IM diversion/ID check, and today, the failed call… it hurt so much that now I can’t feel more than numbness and confusion – particularly because it largely depends on you whether or not this is/will be a cemetery. Forgive me if I am wrong; I don’t want to hurt you; on the contrary, I want to help, but you keep pushing me back. Infinite Love.
Wondering
