Imogen Cortis-Jones

Hey Imi. The last time I was in your apartment. Do you remember. You said I love you to me. That that wasn’t something you said to just anybody.

Darling. My dearest. All I do Every day is dream of you. I was 19 when we met you know. 23 when I fell in love with you, when you were 40, and I would watch OITNB and think what if we dated as women even before Malaysia occurred. All things I wanted to say to you. Now I’m 27 and all I do is this.

The smell of your clothes, your smell. I miss it. My body aches when I think of it. The intimacy we shared. I can’t help but replay it in my mind. I wanted it. My body wanted you. My mind didn’t, it could wait. My mind constantly thought now is not the time. I was greedy. I wanted you, on my own terms. I wanted to know your values, heart, and mind. I wanted you on a day when you had not hurt me. That’s All I wanted. To be with you without all the hurt. I cried more than once when we were together. You didnt even care about my feelings. How could i be in love with a woman who didnt love me is all I thought. That perhaps for you this wasnt love, that the good words were sweet nothings.

Your blue gray eyes. How could I forget. The way they looked up close. You were do beautiful, handsome. No other soul in the universe can replace you for me.

I was deeply in love. In My own twisted way, I believe I am still madly in love with you. You called me a crazy b**** via message.

This is stupid.