I remember her hair, a darker brown that complimented my own sandy-brown hair nicely. Her eyes were green and seemed to shine with their own inner light. Her face was to me the very portrait of beauty; my own personal Mona Lisa to look upon.
I was afraid. Not like, So I Married an Axe Murderer afraid, but genuinely confused about my emotions. This was a time in my life when I was struggling with my sexuality, hah, as though the struggle is ended. I pushed her away.
I loved her, truly, but I couldn't recognize that emotion. There was too much going on upstairs for me to do so. I loved her so much, I had to be honest with her about who I was. How I hate myself, how I am and how I think.
My love is now lost to me.
I was afraid. Not like, So I Married an Axe Murderer afraid, but genuinely confused about my emotions. This was a time in my life when I was struggling with my sexuality, hah, as though the struggle is ended. I pushed her away.
I loved her, truly, but I couldn't recognize that emotion. There was too much going on upstairs for me to do so. I loved her so much, I had to be honest with her about who I was. How I hate myself, how I am and how I think.
My love is now lost to me.