18h
met the most beautiful, wonderful 33 year old woman (on accident? i didn’t realize our age gap was so large at first). it was already doomed cause she was visiting from a state so far away and recently divorced (more recently than i would think is what she eventually admitted) for coming out as trans, but we just clicked like crazy and i couldn’t help it. i thought it would be different, but it reaffirmed that i am probably asexual. i wish i was always proud to be ace and didn’t feel broken instead. i know there is more to love, but i wish i could love the physical as well as the sensual. she wrote me a poem that i will never forget and i may never see her again. now, i’m stuck listening to this song on repeat.
