The damage is still there. I see it every so often as I polish my new exterior. Shiny coat of happiness and contentment with one I adore and who does the same, but there is rust underneath and you know how rust is, right?

It eats away at you.

You cannot change who you love. And you should not be punished for having human feelings. There’s a kind of responsibility on either side to keep in touch and relate “this is what I am feeling right now.”

So stick around. Hold hands in shadows and hope nobody you know sees you. It’s a sweet secret but you’re left raw and lonely when people are looking. You come out. You tell people who you’d trust with your life.

If you’re thrown out into the darkness again you’ll sit at the gate for the longest time before you realize you can get up and run in any direction, even if it’s raining.

You have to keep your shit together, and you have to have an outlet, and you have to let it out. You have to fling everything away and remember to scoop up what you love most and carry on.