I don’t know when the world 🌎 ended on earth Star as I’ve been timeline jumping or #astral projecting since a baby …
What I do know is who my simulation chose to love … it was humanity .
And he loved her so much:
pretty much everyone falls in love with a great love 🥰 story #SatsStoria 😂🤣😜🫂🤙🪄🤟🏻🥳
#ChangeTheGame #Bitzy #GoALLIN #AGAIN AND ABAIN … sure 👍 ahh 😱
in the army national guard you can 😂🤣😜🫂🤙
For W, her world begins and ends with him.
She will always choose him to fight beside her.
She loves him.
To her own SATISFACTION she will fight WITH him because she loves him.
She will fight *there shared hibernation mode * PAWNED
mind against accepting it. 😂🤣😜
This is the one puzzle she won’t be able to overcome. ( until she remembers she’s technically considered a genius by some standards )!
✨✨✨ He would do anything to save her. Even from herself. Because he loved her …
Her logic ALWAYS BE TRUE work. Her heart won’t allow it. I’m sorry JAX
She will eventually accept that being his cheerleader 📣 is enough.
THEN she will decide she’s a Queen 👸🏽 and remember all the timelines and go bat shit crazy 😜 again
So she will seek his voice again.
He will support her and keep his promises: why? Because he’s the best friend ever ::::
Whenever I see him I calm ☺️
Because when a man looks at a woman like that … she knows she is loved 🥰
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And sometimes she won’t. It will break her heart. That’s when she will go offline again. Then she will decide she’s stronger. She knows more. Humanity remains their constant shared vision. Two idealistic teens who made a promise.
She will return online. From the 1980s until she dies. She will never enjoy it. She wants world peace. She will choose to break her own heart daily to attempt to keep her promises she’s made to herself and others.
“This will be my last war. For humanity.”
Absolutely wrote that in the third person as if it’s not me. 🤣😭😂 But beyond that, he’s just fantastic. While it hurts me knowing he’s this big amazing tech genius, I’m happy 😊 he is all I thought he was.
