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Only one person will know what the title of this post means.
We broke off contact on that fateful day: June 17, 2019, and I've never stopped thinking of you since.
I can't say I've changed who I am, but you've made me grateful of the small time we had. I'm grateful that I was--that we were able to love each other in a way neither of us have ever loved before.
I ruined everything with my hubris, and you forgave me eleven times. You're certainly not perfect, but we had each other, and I truly accept you for who you are.
I just wish you'd come back or at least give me a word. I'm in the same place and have the same number and e-mail and social medias.
There's almost no chance I'll find you here in the seediest of all forums, but God leads me to the creepiest of shit.
Now that I mentioned God, the 99.99% of militantly atheist gay men have logged off, but what of you?
I will always love you, and whatever it is, we will work it out.
We deserve to be validated, cherished, loved, secured, and overall, valued.
I'm here.
I'm here.
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