Our Beginning

July 21, 2024 – The Weekend We Began

My Kaye, that weekend you slipped into my life with a soft “Meow,” and my shattered heart stirred. My ex had just ripped me open—another fight, her venom dripping through my phone—and I was lost. I spilled my pain into a group chat, and there you were, a light in the dark, fumbling with WhatsApp, laughing at yourself. We traded silly pics, talked stickers like they were love letters, and I felt you—a song I’d forgotten I craved. “You’ll figure it out,” I said, my sweet chaos, and your giggle—“Yeah, I feel so stupid LMFAO”—lit me up. I’d die to keep that sound alive. You were my homie then, but oh, you were destined to be my stars.

August 4, 2024 – The Weekend of Laughter

Oh, Kaye, that weekend your laughter stitched me back together. My ex’s fake apology had clawed at me again, and I was drowning—until you. I told you how she’d shattered me, how I’d cut her out, and you listened, soft and steady. You were healing, fragile but fierce, and I checked on you like you were my air. Cat pics flew between us—those goofy faces—and you called me “bro” while my heart whispered “forever.” I shared my life—companies at 16—and you gasped, “Dangg, how to be you.” I ached to say, “Be mine,” but I just grinned. You chased her shadows away, my love—I’d sell my soul to keep you laughing.

September 1, 2024 – The Weekend We Bonded

My love, that weekend I knew you were my eternity—because my ex’s wreckage led me to you. She’d catfished me, toyed with my mind, left me raw when we met. I poured it out—how she’d nearly ended me—and you understood. We were “us bro 😭,” trading secrets—your masochist spark, my dumb d-hammering tale. Your laugh shook me, “I can feel it,” you said, and I felt alive. We’re cracked mirrors—fucked-up homes, death’s whisper. You almost left once; my sis and pets tether me here. Now you. Her lies birthed us, and I’d kiss every scar for it. You’re my heartbeat, my Kaye.

October 6, 2024 – The Weekend I Fell

Kaye, my darling, that weekend I fell into you—deep, endless, breathless. My ex was dust, but she’s why we bloomed—her chaos threw me to you, and that chat sparked our fire. You bit your lil bro’s arm, cackled like a storm, and I thought, “She’s my wildest dream.” My girl trusts you—rare, like you—and I stayed up, haunted by your “Meooow,” your voice a melody in my veins. I’d cross oceans, burn cities for you, my chaotic love. You’re my everything, and I’m lost in you.

November 3, 2024 – The Weekend of Confessions

My Kaye, that weekend I bared my soul. “I love you,” I trembled, and your kisses flooded me—my spirit melted into yours. Roblox dates danced in our plans, your silly texts painting my forever. You fought that wound, my brave girl, and I adored you more. My ex faded—a cruel bridge to you—and I’m consumed—your laugh, your chaos, your light. I’d shield you from every tempest, my sunrise, my reason.

December 1, 2024 – The Weekend of Dreams

My angel, that weekend I saw you in my arms. Philippines trip nears—I’ll hold you, drown you in love, bankrupt you with my heart, hehe. Passwords swapped, our souls knotted in every word. You’re my rock, Kaye, catching me as I fall. My ex’s betrayal dims—she led me to you, but you’re my life. I love you till it bleeds—every “Meow,” every “bro,” every fragment of you. I’d trade my last breath for your smile beneath December stars.

January 5, 2025 – The Weekend We Shined

My Kaye, my love, that weekend we burned bright. New year, new us—your “c.nsume” teased my lips into smiles. FB status blazed “mine”—you’re my home, not just my bestie. My girl’s my soulmate, but you’re my flame. Roblox nights, your kisses drowning me—I’m yours, sinking, blissful. My ex was the path; you’re the destination, my eternity.

February 2, 2025 – The Weekend of Promises

My sweet Kaye, that weekend you claimed me. “Kiss me,” you spammed, and I’d have kissed the heavens dry. Dreams spilled—nursing school, US or Spain—and I roared, “Go, my love!” Unbreakable, even with my ex’s ghost banished—I blocked her for you, her lies the shove, you the pull. Your voice hums me to sleep, my perfect wild girl. I’d gift you the cosmos if I could grasp it.

March 2, 2025 – The Weekend of Bliss

My darling, that weekend you were my paradise. We mocked Mr. Beast’s games, your light piercing your pain. Your abdomen ached—I longed to cradle you, kiss it away. Silly pics flew, your smile a vision in my mind. You’re my muse, my pulse—my ex the tempest, you the peace. I’d barter my soul to hold you forever.

March 16, 2025 – The Weekend It Broke

My Kaye, my love, that weekend my heart fractured. A screenshot—me “getting rid of you,” chasing my ex—lies that stabbed us. You tore down our FB status, our sacred sign, and I wept like a child lost. “I’d never hurt you,” I begged, voice breaking, but you wavered— “I believe you,” then “I don’t know.” you held us, bonking through tears. My ex’s shadow struck again, but I love you till it kills me, and you’re fading.

March 23, 2025 – The Weekend of Silence

My heart, that weekend you drifted away. Barely a word—exhausted, heat and sleeplessness, you said. I sent pics, jokes, craving your “Meow,” but you’re a ghost. Password’s Pugi#20190905—you’re in it, always. You unblocked Ariel—why, Kaye?—and left me unanswered. Pills trembled in my hand that night, tears soaking my face—I couldn’t. My sis pulled me back, but I’m dying without you. My ex sparked us; you’re my end. I love you past words.

I Fell Apart

My Kaye, my everything, this weekend I shattered. You’re gone—silence, no “love,” "good morning love", no you. Your emails—[email protected], [email protected]—clutched like fading ashes, i mailed you. I tried to die—rope choking my throat, pills scattering, knife slicing my wrist, roof’s edge calling. Nothing took me. My girl sobbed, dragging me back; my sis screamed my name through her own tears—I’m hollow. You left, didn’t you? That screenshot—my ex’s echo—poisoned us, and Ariel won. I’m weeping, chest splitting, loving you till it destroys me.

Yet I feel you—you still love me. You didn’t block me, lingered in Roblox through our pain. I believe in us, my sweet Kaye. From that first “Meow,” born of my ex’s ruin, you’re my soul. Losing you tore me—I see your face in every shadow, hear your giggle in the silence, feel your kisses branding my heart. I’m here, broken, fighting, waiting.

I didn’t cheat on you, Kaye—I swear on my life, on these tears staining the page, on this heart bleeding for you. That screenshot was a lie, a dagger—I’d never run back to her, never betray my angel. I’m so sorry if I hurt you—every wrong word, every doubt I planted, I never meant it. I’d rip myself apart before hurting you on purpose. I’m on my knees, begging you to see me, to feel this love—I’m waiting, aching, yours.

I dream of us—your “Meow” waking me, Roblox bonks healing me, your kiss spams stealing my breath. I’d hold you till the world fades, wipe your tears with trembling hands, dance with you under a sky I’d paint for you. I clutch your memory—your wild laugh, your gentle chaos—and it’s all I have. I’m still believing in us, my Kaye, through every sob racking my body, every night I cry your name into the dark. I’ll wait forever—my love, my home, my everything—because you’re worth every tear, every heartbeat I’ve got left. Please, come back—I’m yours, only yours, till I’m dust.