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2022-04-24 22:19:29It has been two days since I have been apart from my boyfriend, and I am reaching the limit of my patience.
I never considered myself the clingy type. But then, I have never had a boyfriend whom I was actually in love with. It doesn’t help that Jester is ten times hotter than any mortal man I have ever seen (probably because he’s a god), and the fact we are currently navigating through a scandal in our relationship only makes it harder to keep my anxiety in check.
It’s not like we haven’t been talking. In truth, we call each other several times a day, albeit our conversations only last for five minutes or so. And most of what we talked about had more to do with work, rather than our personal feelings. But they were still sweet—he’d ask how I was doing, who I was with, if anything or anyone was giving me trouble… Okay, so maybe Freya is right and he’s calling me so often to monitor me and ensure my safety (especially now
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