[image: Plain lavender background with black text over it: “I wasn’t lying, when I told you it didn’t register. All of the parts you hate about yourself, your body, because you were born into the wrong body, none of it registered. And I was relieved. I don’t regret what we did those nights. It was magical, and leading up to it felt amazing, and good, and I was comfortable with myself. I was comfortable with you. I let you continue and seeing you so undone, it was… I can’t even describe it. 

But I hate the fact that you failed to notice that I wasn’t there with you. I want you to make me come undone, feel so lost and dazed with all of those good feelings. I know it was only the first time, and it was new. It was new for me too. But even still…

I want to do it again. But why does the thought of iniciating more with you make me feel so unclean..? You’re so innocent in a lot of ways, and I just feel like I’m tainting you and your relationship with god… I wish it didn’t have to matter but, it does… I feel like I’m destroying you…”]