Every night, I feel like I’m being choked. Suffocated. Suffocated by an overwhelming guilt as I curl up in my girl’s arms — her oblivion only fueling it. She has no idea, meanwhile I’m slowly falling out of love with her. How could I fall out of love with the girl I’ve been head over heels for for years?!

The mind works in such a difficult way. Each kiss that lands on my skin feels like fire. Each brush against my flesh feels like I’m tearing in two. I can’t handle this guilt — I can’t fix it, and I certainly can’t tell her.