were you under the impression that my love letters were addressed to you? the man i write to does not exist — he is a feeling, an inseparable part of me.
and the men i’ve loved most in my life — i don’t write about them because i don’t have to; they already know everything.
so when we finally meet, when he fully reciprocates, i promise him, now and forever —
you will be my best-kept secret.
baby g’s diary 