I hate that I can't love my boyfriend the way I want to.
I hate that I now need to stop showing my love to him in some way because of a God.
I'm not religious, but he is and it frustrates me because something false (to me) is getting in between us.
And so now every time we start, I need to end it because I feel bad and guilty, I feel so fucking guilty.
Maybe it was for the best if we were broken up while he is going through this.
But it hurts so fucking much
I want to love him with my mind body and soul.
You see how body is in the middle? It's the glue to everything, with out it mind and soul don't connect.
I don't feel them connecting.
It feels lonely and empty.