For what feels like months, although it’s
been weeks, I’ve avoided writing in this for its sheer potential destruction.
About two months ago I decided to make a Marine officer fall in love with
me—not because I particularly care for him or longed for his love and
affections, but because I wanted to see if I could. It was a game and I proved
the victor.
And now I am seated in a very confused
state because this man’s love has created a set of genuine emotions I didn’t
anticipate and from which I must suffer. He no longer wishes to spend time with
me, basing this decision on self-preservation; he has seceded from my union for
no other reason than what’s best for him. I suppose that’s respectable, but
respect is hardly what I would choose to exert to this individual.