So- my lady love has broken up with her boyfriend.
Those that know me, and know of my feelings for her have immediately said:
'At least you have a better chance with her now'
'You must be really pleased!'
Why does everyone assume that I am propelled by the wants and needs of my sex drive?
Last time I checked, I didn’t have a penis…
You want to know what finding out she’d broken up with him made me want to do?
She had tried to send me a message to tell me what had happened but I never got it, so I found out hours later. I felt awful that I could have been the one to rescue her, and I still do.
I haven’t pressed her to talk about it, in fact, I’ve done the opposite, I’ve tried to distract her- because we’re scarily similar and I know that she’ll want to focus on positive things instead and work through it proactively.
She’s keeping me at… About elbow’s length at the moment, which I’m not going to lie, stings like a bitch- because all I want to do is cuddle up on the sofa and watch Disney films with her so she remembers not everything in life is bad, stroke her hair if she cries, make her tea, and convince her that any cake she may consume is purely medicinal at this point.
But I guess the fact that I am crazy about her is making her wary, how am I to know that she doesn’t think like everyone else has and thinks I’m going to pounce while she’s vulnerable?
(I’ve always found predatory lesbians terrifying, I’m not about to become one thanks very much!)
I know I have to bide my time and bite my tongue because the girl she is at the moment isn’t really her, and I know she’ll come round in time, but the heavy heart the situation has produced is weighing a ton.