I built it up in my head. We even ate MacDonald's at my place. No sex. I couldn't. I am still firmly committed. My heart is still with the one that I love.
It wasn't necessarily a mistake. And I hesitate at using that word. I made another friend, and I'm happy for it. He's honest and open and I was honest and open with him.
It's proof.
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Today's been hard. But I'm trying to listen to my heart. My uncle's roommate, a long time family friend and priest saw right through me at dinner. I was strong though for this family gathering. It worked out.
I think the one that I love is going out to meet a guy.. I have to trust that our love was at least strong enough to endure the next two months, that the effort is enough.
