Today I decided to write a trilogy about the woman I loved and still do love.

Something I never shared with others before.
Perhaps because I trapped us into a pretentious bubble for years.
Amongst other things.

I would have left me too.

While at times she had no room to breathe.
She loved me, and all my undiagnosed baggage.
She listened to me,
she made me feel safe.
Something no one has made me feel in years.

I've written about a few but never her.

Whether she comes back to me or not,
She's the only person I've ever loved.