Poetic death

I met the love of my life in a bdsm club on May 26, 2007. He taught me about rope bondage we were engaged and now after I was careless he broke up with me after 6 and a half years.I can’t stop crying I figure the most poetic beautiful thing to do is hang myself with the rope he used tobise on me. I fell in love with him through rope and nowI will leave this wotld the same way through rope. He was my whole world and I was careless. I’m forever sorry Rob. You will always have my heart forever.