My master broke up with me two weeks ago today - for most of that two weeks I have been crying and lounging around, not getting much done.

Ten days before that was our one year anniversery, for this, I drew him four peices of artwork.
These next four submissions are those peices of artwork; a catharsis, so I can move on, move forward again.

I met him April 14th. Within two days we found immense commonality and fallen in love with each other, and then got into a fight. It was my opinion that artificial sugars are fairly inert and safe, and he was not so okay with this sentiment.
We argued a bit and he stopped talking with me for a day and I half.
It had only been two days but I remember walking down the sidewalk with a conviction that I would not eat anything until he was talking with me again. It was a lot shorter of a spif than I imagined it would be, but it reminds me how miserable I was before the 14th
I had been suicidally depressed for years, but too scared of death to really do it. I was in that time, crying almost every day.

So here I am back to that, and put into that perspective, it isnt so bad, its just dissapointing that it couldnt last forever.
yet, within that year I was happy. I woke up every morning and would begin to giggle as I remembered that it was a day with him.

We lived nine-hundred miles from each other, but I was with someone that I was convinced would be forever, someone that made me happy
Most importantly it was someone I felt I connected with. My entire life I have felt awkward and deeply disconnected from the human race, as I talked with tiger I didnt feel that,
We texted for hours everyday and the more I learned about him the more confidence I felt in this connectedness, that all these strange things of me he would accept me for and he loved me for them.
We discussed philosophy, politics, anything everything, I had thought I would never find someone who agrees with my energy so much, yet here he is.

I would constantly try to convince him to let me move in with him. But ultimately it wasnt up to him. As it turns out this was a polyamorous relationship and he was not the one that owned the house that the polycule lived at.
I was so very eager though. I wanted to be by his side and follow him as his pet and he my master. I would do anything for him. I would do anything for any of them, thats what my mind always went to anyways. I was fully prepared
to learn about and love all three of them.

This was truly an amazing year, I dont regret it. I am glad I was wholeheartedly happy for some time.