Friday, September 3, 2010


It is strange to me that the night I went to Boston, right after I first met you, Courtney introduced me to a friend of hers. We smoked. We didn't say much to each other. A few days ago I looked through this stranger's online photos. And T was in one of them.

Tonight I looked at the picture again and I wasn't sad, or jealous, or angry.

I think that I can finally let go. It's time. I'm not going to apologize to you, or to myself, or to anyone else. My insecurities don't matter. They aren't valid, and they don't exist outside the social constructs of this planet. Because nothing, not a single thing, that takes place within human consciousness is the truth.

You love me. There are no comparisons.

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