I deleted most (all) of my posts about the puppy, but I need to get more of this off my chest. I'll probably regret and delete this post in a few days, so here goes nothing.
I now realize that the relationship I had with him was pretty intense. I don't even know whether that's a good thing. No actually I know it isn't a good thing. It was violent. There was this burning passion, it's insane. There was some fucking insane violence between us. Like, one of us would always walk away bleeding at some point. Literally. It was really twisted. And I don't think either of us actually knew what was going on, I mean it went on for maybe 3 days and then it was over, but it was 3 days of madness. I don't even know how all of it happened. Like, how much can two virtual strangers do in 3 days? Obviously, a lot. And that was some fucked up stuff. Even though nothing serious ever happened. It was less sexual and more just... I don't know I mean we'd make out but nothing more than that. And yet holy fuck we'd bite and scratch and hit and pinch and tear and I felt so... powerful. It was a constant fight for dominance. And when I was in control it was like being on drugs. And when I wasn't in control it was... the same elated feeling. I still don't understand it.
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