The best three years of my life.
The two of us would walk around our quaint little town, laughing about the stupid things people tend to do. Sometimes we'd just watch TV or bake together. These were the good times.
The most confusing three years of my life.
Their actions, their facial expression, everything about them confused me. I felt the compelling need to figure out what's happening. Is something wrong? Did I do something? What's happening?
The saddest three years of my life
The person I cared for most was hurt. They'd pour their emotions to me, and I read things that I wasn't prepared for. The self harm, the confusion. Is there something I can do to help? I'm here.
The most thought provoking years of my life
They told they were queer. And I was happy that they came out. They came out as pan sexual. I was happy. It made me think about me. I came out as pan too. This helped me realize who I was.
The most frustrating three years of my life.
I love them. I want to spend the rest of my life with them. I want to experience everything again. But they don't know this, of course. If they did, it would ruin everything, right? What do I do?
It's been almost four years.
I've experienced so much. I've learned things. I've cried my eyes out and I've laughed until my stomach hurt. And throughout all of this, I've realized how much you mean to me. I'm left in a daze
So, tell me...