I’m not sure if I can stop doing all this. And if I can’t, I don’t know how I’ll be able to live with him. I don’t know if he’ll love me if he knows.
Worst part of it all is that I’m not sure if I want to stop.
I want him. I truly do… but it feels so good being numb, being free.
But, I think it’ll be good being happy with him. Much better. This is a very lonely, solitary, hidden life… and it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.