I always blamed Alina for my sadness, but Brielle has taught me that my problem isn’t Alina. My problem is me. I don’t know how to love a woman and not cause her pain. I see it every day. The look on Bree’s face nearly breaks me. As I stand here, I can feel the blood pumping through my veins. My body is working, keeping me alive, but my heart has completely stopped. I exhale heavily. I’ve got to stop this. I can’t go on feeling like the world is about to end.
