To You.

Hey.

I feel pretentious writing this because I still do not understand why I am doing it.

Maybe this is closure?

Delete

Hey.

It is me.

I think my soul needs to do this and you certainly do not have to respond.

Delete

I miss you.

I miss your energy and the connection of us. I felt anger for you for a long time out of jealousy.

Delete

Why was i not enough for you? What could I have done to help you to see me? Maybe these questions are obscured but I loved you…I am still Loving you and I really do not want to be.

I wish I could let my heart know that.

Delete

There is this gaping hole-space inside of me that I have filled with complacency.

Maybe I was empty before you, and now I can feel it. I feel you spiritually and my body vibrates to the thought of you.

The sex with you meant more for me than I allowed myself to process and I am still trying to process it.

I felt small in your mind as though you used me to fill your own empty hole-space inside of you and that hurts more than if I knew you were in Love with someone else.

I know this because you were, indeed, in love with someone else.

Delete

I wish it could have been me.

Delete

I have never met another person like you. I have never met someone who made it so easy for me to bring me out of myself.

My apology goes only to myself for pretending I did…do..did…do not Love you.

Shit.

DELETE.

I love you.

Delete

Hi.

A Hopeful Lesbian Lover.

Yeah, so obviously there is no handbook on how to be a lesbian or whatever that even means. How do I ensure that I am not portraying, bi-sexual. what if I am bi-sexual? shit.

This is confusing. This has surpassed confusing, I am livid with the thought that I may not be gay enough because there is not a fucking handbook where I can check the criteria.