Dearest P, Having you here with me has been such an overwhelmingly beautiful experience. You make me feel like I can be purely myself, full of interest, question, and life. Being with you is more comforting than a warm blanket, safer than the sturdiest stronghold, and freer than the flight of a bird. Even our
Dear Geneva, God, Sweetie, I’m so sorry. More than anything, I wish I could love you back. It breaks my heart to know that you love me more than life its self and nothing I do can change the way either of us feel. I know you think I love your cousin, but…it’s not love.
Intelligent, Strong, Kind, loving and beautiful. I don’t need anyone to tell me these things about myself. I know I have these characteristics. Is that the problem then. With any other person I would have been able to move on by now or at least find someone interesting to date but not this time. I
If the last resort is that we end up living together in 20 years time with 20 cats eating cake because we fail at finding men to make babies with, I suppose life isn’t ALL that bad 😉 There’s a compliment in there somewhere. Srsly though. We won’t and can’t fail. We’ve seen each other’s
I want to see you. I want to call you. But I can’t. Too much has happend in the past year that I’m affraid you will laugh in my face-then tell me how much you hate me. But I want to see you. I miss you. Not us-but you. I want to know how you’re
I don’t know what my problem is. I like boys. Wait, I REALLY like boys. I like flirting with them. And kissing them. And texting them until 3 am. And sneaking them over. And hanging out with them. I like boys. But as soon as they say anything about a relationship, I run away. EVERY