I fell in love with someone and instead of being honest about it, I lied to myself, and to him, because I felt ashamed. I don’t know why I was ashamed, but I was. Now I’m even more ashamed for lying to this person.
I want to forgive myself for loving someone. Love is beautiful, so why did I hide it? I don’t know. I wish I’d never lied. I wish I’d been honest before I became so attached. Before love had really destroyed me.
It’s not who I am. It’s not who I want to be.
