My greatest challenge is
accepting parts of myself that I want not to be real. Overcoming, and living with a constant feeling of hopelessness. To care so much about someone, to love them, but to know that they not only don’t share the mutual feeling, but can quite literally NOT, share the mutual feeling, is one of the greatest struggles I try to overcome. This is where sexuality feels the most confining for me. I want to be careful with the word love, that being said it’s the only word I know to use. I love a friend of mine, I care about him so much. Our sexualities separate us, so he can not feel the same about me as I do about him. This is what I struggle to accept. I never want to lose him, and I want him to be happy, so I remain a friend of his, because however much it hurts me, it would hurt more to lose him.