I often find myself grappling with feelings of inadequacy, and right now, I can't shake the thought that I'm truly foolish. There's a painful awareness within me that she will never see me in the light I wish she would. Recently, I found the courage—or perhaps the foolishness—to write her a letter, baring my feelings and hopes, but instead of bringing me closer to her, it shattered every glimmer of hope I had for a future between us.
Watching Yasmine and Natasha, who have found happiness together, is a constant reminder of what I long for but feel so far from achieving. It stings deeply; their relationship highlights my own insecurities and reminds me of the love I desire but cannot attain. I sit here, questioning everything about myself and wondering if I will ever be good enough for her, or if my feelings will forever be unrequited. The weight of these thoughts is overwhelming, and it's hard not to feel lost in this sea of heartache and longing.