Please don’t mistaken lust for love. Because it’s only going to end in pain and a hurting heart. It’s only going to end in an ending. Because lust is almost always going to be short lived. It’s just a chemical reaction. It’s not a promise of forever. It’s not real.
I wonder if you use the same harsh and hurtful words with all of us when things end. Do you recycle the same words when falling out of love that you do when falling into it?
It’s been ten years since I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease that I don’t actually have. Going through all that was an insane, insightful journey. It’s one that I can only feel grateful for today, despite everything that’s happened.
I’m done staring at a phone wondering when you’ll answer.
You’re not an ideal kind of boyfriend because you’re too sensitive.
You see, you made me have butterflies again. It seems like a tiny thing. Like something so mundane, it wouldn’t even matter. But it matters to me. Butterflies matter to me. You matter to me.
I cling to pain like it’s some comfortable sweater.
I don’t know what’s better. To live a life full of fear, or to just jump anyway? I don’t know what’s the best thing to do for my heart. Take that leap? On someone I hardly know? To fall, even though I’m scared?
To be a gay man is to conquer a series of battles with the world but the greatest one we wage is a fight to love ourselves.
When you need someone to breathe, or to be happy in life, that isn’t love. That’s fear. That’s insecurity. That’s codependency. It’s not love at all.