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He’s here. My Chris is finally with me and it’s not a dream. When I felt his vibration I thought maybe I’d finally gone insane. That it had all become too much, and I had lost all shred of my sanity. But then his dragon beard candy scent wafted under the door, and I knew I wasn’t crazy. Every word he uttered pierced my soul. I don’t know if souls are living entities, but if they are, then it felt as though mine was suffocating. I was afraid he’d be disgusted by me; that he wouldn’t want me. I feared what feeling our bond would do to him, but all my fear was doing was hurting him, and I never meant to do that. I thought I was protecting him from the ugliness around me, but I was wrong. From the moment I met Chris, he’s been this warm, guiding light. It kept the darkness at bay and kept m