I try to remind myself that it doesn’t matter that I’ll never find out if Nina tastes like cinnamon, or that every time she tucks her hair behind her ear, I get jealous of her fingers. That’s lust. Those are physical feelings that will go away when I find the right woman—someone who wants the same things as me. After the event, I need to get Nina out of my head because I can’t live feeling like I’m about to snap at any moment. I’m trying to do the right thing here, be a good guy, but damn, it’s tough.
stop gaslighting urself pls ur killing me
