I’m not sure you check this e-mail. Maybe that’s good. I’m not sure I want you to see this. Maybe I won’t send it. I don’t know. I just want to write it…hoping that writing it makes it hurt less.
Yes, I’m hurting. Right now, in this moment, I don’t feel strong or mature or resigned or any of those things. I love you so much. I want you back. You are this beautiful perfect boy and for a minute, you wanted to be mine. We were connected. You told me I was wonderful and beautiful and you loved me and it felt so good. I want it back. You made me feel happy and confident and strong. Not at the end, but at first you did. It’s been a long time since someone has made me feel like that. I don’t actually remember anyone making me feel like that. I want it back. I want you back. Not just because of the way you made me feel, but because you’re you. I love you, exactly as you are. I don’t even think I can say I’ve loved anyone like that before. There were always conditions. Not with you. You were just mine. For a minute…I was so happy.
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