A blog by Katie Cruz
In reply to someone who shared the challenges they faced in their childhood: I lived a pretty sheltered life. I didn’t have nearly as many of the challenges you had growing up. But there’s something I envy about your story. Maybe it’s my messiah complex… that I’m a caretaker by nature. I wish I had
This is what was playing out in my head last night: I’m spending the day at Lucy’s house, with her and her parents. An alert sounds on all of our phones, that a ballistic missile is inbound. I hold Lucy. I’m sure she already knew the answer, but she asks if we’re going to die.
I love you so much. I long for you every day and night. You’re my soulmate. My best friend. My lover girl. My queen.
I love you so much. I’ve missed you these last few years. You’re my best friend. I feel safe with you. When we hold each other, I feel like I’m in heaven. And I’d give anything to be there again. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before. You mean the world to me.
Was hanging with some friends tonight, and we were doing karaoke. I was sitting next to Lucy, so I started singing “Just the Way You Are“ by Bruno Mars. I was singing to her, but I was trying not to be obvious about it. Her dad joined in and started singing it to me like
These last few days, I’ve been daydreaming about having a 9 year old girlfriend. She’d come over and hang out, playing video games and watching Netflix with me. I’d make us a good meal of comfort food. We’d laugh and joke and have a good time, like romantic besties (I’m going to use that phrase
The girl I love. I fell in love with her when I was 25, and she was 12. I had no bad intentions, and didn’t act sexually with her. I just loved her. She was my companion, my friend, and she had a puppy love crush on me. How could I resist? She was beautiful,