Love me less, but love me for a long time

This is not something insignificant. This is real. This is happening, and this is ours.

I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that’s not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.

fraught, adj. Does every “I love you” deserve an “I love you too”? Does every kiss deserve a kiss back? Does every night deserve to be spent on a lover? If the answer to any of these is “No,” what do we do?

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals.

Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.