i don’t think that i’m necessarily over you yet. i saw you on tinder the other day, and it stung, as it was quite fast that you decided to hop back on there. i understand though — the quiteness gets strong and lonely, and sometimes you just want to find someone to cuddle with.
and maybe the next girl will be that for you, idk, but i hope that i was at least the strong imprint who left you better than when i found you. i hope you’re having fun w/ your hobbies, your clay, and your guitar. i imagine you pounding your clay to create something new, ormaybe strumming some strings to bring yourself to a new season.
maybe that’s exactly where you are — i don’t know. but as for me, i’m not quite yet ready to move on. i want to cherish, as long as my mind and my heart are willing, our experience together and the person that you were.
to me, you were a definition of a man. sure — your had your flaws and insecurities, but i look at the bigger picture of your values and beliefs and how well-aligned they were with mine. i loved your creativity and your logic, your gentleness with me, your affection, and your empathy when i spoke about my experiences as a woman (i was never shut down by you, instead, you chose to listen, and support me with your knowledge).
i’ll remember the moments when i put on ali wong’s comedy special on netflix, and as she spat out her strongly vulgar and feminist jokes,you laughed with me, held my hand, and kissed my head. the fact that you gave no opposition whatsoever meant so much to me.
