Estrogen Crisis

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I love him...I love the way he loves me.

I know it's sincere. Whenever he's near, I feel a sensation of completion...he's my everything. We do the corny stuff, like finish each other's sentences, PDA in front of witnesses and, even when I catch him looking at men, I pretend I don't see it.

He thinks I still have no idea that he wears my clothes from time to time. I ignore it, play it off as a phase.

And then I caught you with him...mad? No, more like amazed. A closet full of emotions I know you bear daily, trying to make me happy, trying to be what I want you to be. I see you cry at night. I see your pain...the feeling is more than mutual. I'm unhappy, but not because I don't love you. It is because I know I am in the way of your happiness, so I must let you go. We will never be all we can be as humans on this earth unless we are allowed to evolve...and I await your evolution dear. Just know: I'll forever be near.

However, I can’t help but wonder…what about me?