I love the person W used to be. I love the broken, damaged person that she is today, despite everything that she has done to me, and everything that is wrong with her.
And I love the nice girl that I've gotten to know and spent a ridiculous amount of time with over the last month. Who is trusting me not to hurt her (and if nothing else, trust is actually something I'm worthy of, and I won't let her down no matter what it costs me personally).
I'm terrible at following advice. Really, really, bad. This is a problem of my own making. I could have easily avoided ending up here if I'd listened to the people who gave me great advice.
I honestly believed W was done with me. That there was no future there. I wanted to date just to feel normal. I didn't expect to walk into what I walked into. Didn't expect to meet myself with an XX chromosome.
