My girlfriend of 6 months broke up with me last week.
Now she is my ex-girlfriend.
She tried to **** herself this week but thankfully she is still alive.
She said, "It's not your fault." And she said, "It wasn't because of what happened between us."
But then again she also said to me on our last date, "I would be lost without you." I might as well give y'all her name: Jaimee.
Jaimee is my ex-girlfriend. Jaimee broke my heart. I am single again but I don't regret our relationship. I am not bitter about it which is a relief. I am glad that she broke my heart because it's better to have love and lost than to not to love at all.

I am bisexual and to my mom that means I am "confused".
I am not confused! I am me.
To my older sister, me being bisexual means my girlfriend can't be labeled my girlfriend at family gatherings. My girlfriend has to be labeled as my "friend".
I am not confused! I am me.
To my older sister, her kids can't know that I am queer because it might "confuse" them. So now I am the black sheep of the family.
I am obsolete to my own niece and nephews. I am a secret to be kept.
I am written off by my own mother and older sister as some sort of great shame to the family.
I am out and proud yet to them I can't even be happy because to them I am "confused". I am not confused! I am me.

As we slowly took off each other's clothes at her place. We felt safe with each other.
As I kissed her neck and slowly kissed her ******* then her stomach, I felt free of the church's purity culture.
I felt free of the heteronormative narrative that bound this society with double standards about beauty.
For in her nakedness, she is beautiful. From her dark blue eyes to her pale, soft skin and freckles.
In our nakedness we were unashamed and safe in each other's arms.

We went to an art museum then to a park.
With every kiss I felt safe.
With every kiss I felt loved.
When she kissed my neck it felt good.
She likes hearing about my dreams.
She loves the poetry that I write for her.
In every way I am hers and in every way she is mine.

She and I kissed a lot on our first date.
With each kiss I felt more than a spark but a calming flame.
With each kiss we got more comfortable being around each other.
We went to the cities and got lunch together.
We went to the park and talked for awhile.
The date turned out better than I imagined it to be.
Our second date is next Wednesday.
We held hands at each location we went to.

So my friend and I have flirting back and forth for a while. She told that she is interested in me and I told her that I am interested in her. So I asked if she wanted to be my girlfriend and she said yes. So now she is my girlfriend.
She has light blue eyes, blonde hair, pale skin and black framed glasses.