Thursday, March 20, 2008

I'm chatting with Michael on gay.com - not sure if it's going well or not. He says I'm not bothering him. Am I being selfish, talking to him like this? I don't know. I've never been in this situation before. There should be a book or something.

He told me he had written a poem for me earlier this week. He posted it in his latest journal entry. It made me smile, and feel wretched all at once. Because he's suffering and it's my fault. But my feelings for him haven't changed at all. I just want to be his friend. And not in a vapid kind of way. I really do mean it. Ugh.

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