Ah, the healing power of exabitionism. Here's my ex timeline
Month One, sentimental poetry.
Month Five. It's most of the story. I won't edit this, even though it needs it. Damn, this is intensly personal stuff. Why am I posting it where random people can see it?
Month Sixis a poem I wrote for Josh. It's not a sentamental as the first one, and not as good, but I like it a hell of a lot more.