I love you. I know you can’t possibly feel the same, but I know you care for me in some sense of the word. You’re Aro-Ace, and have sworn off dating, and I have silently accepted the fact we can never be together. It f****** breaks me. I know you can never know, because I fear your discomfort. I want to make everything okay, but right now I’m finding it difficult. You make me the happiest I’ve ever felt. When I’m with you it’s like I’m soaring. I wrote a play about my experience with said struggle, thinking it would make this go away. It didn’t do a damn thing. If anything, it’s only escalated since then. You read it and thought nothing of it. People criticized me for the way it ended, but fortunately for those two, they got to be together. They were only separated by the death of old age.
This will never happen to us. It breaks me. Maybe I’ll write something new, try to manifest a new reality for myself, who knows. I know one thing, and it is that what I feel for you is different. It is much deeper than I’ve felt for anyone before. If we were together we’d be a f****** force to reckon with, that’s for sure!
I’ll see you tomorrow, still holding back the words I’ve wanted to say more than anything
I love you.
