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From Our Readers: "I Am the Girl Who Loved a Girl"

I am proud to be in a same sex relationship with you and because of you—no matter what they say.
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I love the way we used to be. I love the way you loved me. I love the way you tell everyone how proud you are to have me. I am so in love with you, my girl.

I am proud to be in a same sex relationship with you and because of you—no matter what they say.

I have no regrets of being with you every single day. Not ever since you ignored me. Did you forget about your promises? "I'll be there for you," you said. I held on to those lines. Lines that I always remember whenever I'm waiting for you to talk to me online.

Whatever happened to us, my love? I know you're busy. But what about me? I was always here waiting. I was always here missing you. Do you miss me, too? I don't even know why I am being like this. I should've just ignored you in the first place. I fell for your trap. I fell for you every single day and night.


I get so angry whenever you don't bother to open your social media accounts and send me a message. I get so jealous whenever you always choose to play games instead of paying attention to me. I get so jealous when you choose other things, other people over me. But I don't have any right to tell this to you. I have no right to feel this way.

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We are not committed to each other.

Our relationship doesn't have any label. We don't even call ourselves in a relationship. To us, it was a game from the very start. I am so stupid that I forget to stop myself from falling. Even if we're in relationship without label with me, I will always love you. No one can stop my love for you. I will always be the girl who loved a girl.










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Eren Rodriguez 13 hours ago

They say time heals all wounds, but it has been ages - is heartbreak exempted?

I have forgotten when was the last time we shared a smile - the last time when I saw the glow in your eyes and the last time when you whispered an I love you to me. I have forgotten when, but here I am - writing to you again.

I do not know if you will read this or you will just add this one to my proses and poems that you left unread, but you see, I am still hoping. I am mailing the pain of us to the gods out there - hoping they can take the pain away. I should have gotten over you, but instead of forgetting and accepting our ending, I am writing about us in tissue sheets, carving about us on trees, telling about us on the back of my journals, hoping that a thousand or a million write ups about us, can make me forget about what happened.

I am writing, waiting for the point where I can no longer write anymore, for I have none to tell - but when? I have nothing in me anymore, but the memories of us - and no matter how hard I try put those to its own grave, the memories grow back like lilies in the swamp - painful and beautiful at the same time.

No matter how hard I try to silence those and put it at the back of my mind, those ring back, playing like the favorite song we used to listen. They say heartbreaks turn into poetry and that is what happening to us - but poetry should be dulcet and dreamy, why does ours sound like pain and agony? They say time heals all wounds, but it has been ages - is heartbreak exempted? Darling, I guess not.

Anne Luna 16 hours ago
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