Maturerastan
Proud Member
I think loving Michael did something to me, it went too deep. Loving Michael feels like carrying a secret ache, something so deep it becomes part of who you are. Time moves, life changes, people marry, build homes, share beds and mornings. Some of us will stand beside another man and some already do, maybe? And yet, somewhere beneath all of that, Michael remains, never really leaves our mind or heart..
What hurts the most is not that he is gone but that the love has nowhere to go. You will never touch his face, never feel his body close to yours, never wake beside him or tell him every day how much you love him. You will never feel the weight of his presence, the warmth of his skin, that warm safety of being held by the one you adore. But that life does not exist and knowing that is a grief that never fully settles! I don’t believe I will ever love a man the way I love Michael. Not because others are unworthy but because this love was never ordinary. It doesn’t ask permission, It doesn’t end, It doesn’t need justification. Call it obsession if you want but I call it devotion, I call it recognition and In some strange unexplainable way my soul knew his
What hurts the most is not that he is gone but that the love has nowhere to go. You will never touch his face, never feel his body close to yours, never wake beside him or tell him every day how much you love him. You will never feel the weight of his presence, the warmth of his skin, that warm safety of being held by the one you adore. But that life does not exist and knowing that is a grief that never fully settles! I don’t believe I will ever love a man the way I love Michael. Not because others are unworthy but because this love was never ordinary. It doesn’t ask permission, It doesn’t end, It doesn’t need justification. Call it obsession if you want but I call it devotion, I call it recognition and In some strange unexplainable way my soul knew his