I consider asking if you ever feel the urge to say my name when you’re inside her. I want to know if she tastes like me. Do you fuck her like me?
Life feels pointless and my existence seems utterly worthless. I’m irritable and angry, blaming how I feel on everyone and everything that crosses my path, including you. And for this I am sorry.
I’ve brought other people to bed since you, but these sheets feel even colder with them than they do when I’m alone.
I know it has to come from a place of hurt. That’s what bullies do, they hurt because they’re hurt.
On the eve of my engagement to another individual, I met someone else. Throughout my life, I was so used to making calculated, precise decisions backed with evidence, but this I could not explain. I walked off the beaten path for the first time in my life, and called off my engagement.
Never date someone who makes pain a side effect of love.
Instead, you walked away. You walked away like all those nights together in your bed meant nothing.
I’ve made up my mind to never burden you with my feelings anymore. I’ll hide it deep down, never letting anyone else know just how much I love you.
I’m still haunted by your hands, whispers on my skin that left permanent marks, almost like shadow scars.
‘I’m kind of gay.’ I whispered. It was the first time I said that sentence, which would become my default sentence for coming out to anyone from complete strangers to my best friends, out loud.