I never loved you. I created an idealized version of a you that doesn't exist and proceeded to fantasize about something happening between us. I thought you were part of it but maybe I was delusional and caught up in how good if felt to feel seen. I became enamored with a photograph of you that looked back at me with the same desire I had. It started to be the only thing that made me cum. It was exciting and sexy and all the things my own relationship lacked. But I made it up and it was fucking weird and I lost control of reality and didn't realize how I was acting. I wish I could take it back but that isn't how being alive works is it? I was a fucking weirdo but I still exist and you exist and the world will keep turning. Emotions are weird, the human brain is weird and we're all a little fucking weird so please meet me with grace as I try to meet myself with that same compassion and we will both greet this weird world with a little more empathy. Thanks for the get away...sorry it got away from me <3