My Friend
March 10th, 2025
I sent her a text three consecutive weekends on Steam. Like an intelligent idiot, I deleted all forms of contact with her knowing I would try and contact her. Somehow I missed that I had added her on Steam.
And missing that let me miss her, and missing that let me text her. She forgave me. I can't believe she actually forgave me. It's absolutely unbelievable. I cried. I cried a lot. And she called me a good boy too. I cried so much.
She needs to be protected and treasured at all costs. I am willing to give her up for her happiness. She is so wonderful. She is so, so, so wonderful.
If this is limerence than so be it, but I think I've fallen in love. She could throw me away any day, and though I would be deeply sad, I would be okay. She deserves the world.
My relationship with myself
I haven't had the healthiest relationship with myself. It would be when I lie down in bed and stare at the popcorn ceiling, as the flashing lights danced their eight o' clock rhythms and twinkles of light line the glossy night sky. When the sounds of a neighbor laughing clouded my audio landscape.