2005
About Her
I fell for her when I was fifteen, before I had any idea what “lesbian” meant and before I had ever really talked to her.
She rode back into my life after a four year absence in enough time to shake me awake from my foolish dream that maybe my then-partner would stop cheating on me and stop abusing me. She came on strong as the Protective Best Friend. She restored my confidence. And I fell in love with her again.
She taught me what passion felt like, what true love looked like, and she gave me more than I ever thought I deserved. I didn’t just love her; I adored her.
We fell apart over a year ago. War changes a person and she ended our relationship before I had to deal with the fallout. But I still love her. I’m still in love with her. I always will be in love with her. There are no other women for me. Only her. My heart is a casualty of war.
