I actually was insulted.
Also I know there are certain backing off rules you are supposed to follow but I have 0 self control ugh wut 2 do
But are you really so mad that you can’t pick up your phone?
Why do we do this.
I feel so awful because of the way we act.
The way I act.
I have been working on a piece of writing for school and I spent forever trying to get something on paper and this was all that I wrote that I really liked.
It was cold on the ride back as if the heat was not working on the big metal vehicle. I remember shaking against you. You took your gloves off and slipped them onto my fingers, kissing each tip after you pulled the fabric down over them. I left my hand in yours and you clasped it tightly, intimately. You fell asleep that way with your head against the window, the fog of quiet breaths coloring it in. As the glass lost its translucency, you seemed to lose the invulnerability you put up for me, the guard I liked between us. Our hands were still cradled together, and I guess for you that dissolved the wall. Your palm was pressed up against mine, close enough that our soft creases blended into each other. Every so often you would squeeze my hand gently, push your fingers further down into the spaces between mine. It was as if you were reassuring yourself that I was still there, even in your dreams.
So today is national coming out day. As if :/
I remember how sad I was on this day last year.
Now I’m sad but not cause it’s this day. But come to mention it I miss having a girlfriend. Just because I have drifted out of the community this way. & have become less emotionally gay.
