A year ago almost to this day, you last took me into your bed. I knew it was an act of charity on your part, and it felt so loveless - that's why I couldn't stop the tears afterwards. Though you told me you didn't want a relationship, you traded on a lot of its benefits for a long time, and when you felt strong enough to go it alone, you completely removed me from your life. Worse, I sat there with you months later and let you tell me that I never really existed with you; I was just the comparison that fell short every time. You didn't bother to try and see my own strengths, weaknesses, fears and love. Now, finally, I know that the loss is yours, and that anyone who sees me as a dirty secret, an embarrassment, wouldn't ever hold my heart the way it deserves, and shouldn't have a chance at any other body part, either. —So Much for Stupendous