I need to sleep.I keep thinking of her. The first time I met her, the times where we laughed andI felt safe, the moment I reliesed for the first time in my life, someone wanted to be with me. I was attractive and my skin color didn’t throw them off. I think she’s happier now. I get moments of being okay but on my bad days I get sad and miss her. She doesn’t think I try to respect her wishes. She doesn’t know what I don’t do though or how I cry on floor behind my bedroom door for almost two hours before sending her a text. She doesn’t know, but she thinks she does. I still love her and I think she hates me for that.
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