July 11th, 2021, marks the day we became one. In an existence where I shed my skin, I realize I never had a reason to be scared.

I don't think you're beautiful. In fact, you're the most disgusting, sad thing I've ever seen. But I'm not beautiful to look at either. And in that sense, I feel like we really have something special.

During the last few formative years of my life, I've just kept thinking about you. I can't stop coming back to you. Even when it hurt, there was always something drawing me closer.

I don't know what true love is. I don't even know what it means to have a soulmate in the near 19 years I've been alive. But this feels pretty close.

Isn't it messed up how good you make me feel?

Isn't it messed up how you can't love me back?