I don't even know
Love is Strange
I've already written three entries in one day. I'm kinda surprised myself. But anyways, Love....it's weird. I'm Pansexual, which means that I'm attracted to no specific gender. I haven't told my parents. The only people who know are my sister, friends, and my two favorite cousins. I've dated two people, both at twelve. The first one was "A". He was a FTM Transgender person, but hadn't come up with a name yet to call himself. I don't know if he has one now or not but I'll just refer to him as "A" for privacy reasons and my own sake. He was amazing, but I didn't know whether I really wanted to stay with him. After about, maybe 3-4 weeks of dating, I broke up with A. He cried and I felt terrible. But I loved someone else. I sound like a player. Anyway, that someone else was "Tess" (Not her real name just in case I make this public) - my best friend. I loved her more than myself and we were neighbors, so that made it easy to be close to her. After about three months since we started dating, she had to move away. I don't know where though. We still texted everyday. That was until she told me about an emergency that came up. After about a week, she broke up with me. I still don't know why. I didn't cry, but I think that's because I thought it was a joke. But soon, the harsh reality hit me. I still didn't cry however. I just felt empty. I forced myself to not show emotion most of the time. Love hurts. Especially when you're the one that gets your heart broken. We don't talk anymore. I don't know why.