Just a vent. But I don’t know if I could love women more than this. Most of the time, the cute stories here seem a bit unreal to me. Like there’re actually people living in this whole fantasy of mine? They actually been married and wake up to each other for years and years? Their love just never die?

I keep thinking of women. Their love, smile, scent. To be cuddling with them. To kiss. To make love. To go to sleep and wake up with them. To come home to them. To talk about our long days. Women just make it better.

All I know is I’d spend the rest of my life regretting if I get with a man. Yes, I could make it work. But deep down, part of me will die.