Sammy GL

Intro Perfect, just perfect. Your life is spectacularly falling apart right now. That one time become several times. And now, you’re trying your best to push these feelings away. Not are you only an outcast from your conservative family after coming out when you’re only 17 years old. Kicked out and left penniless. Everyone in the family cut their ties. You’re forced to take odd jobs to survive. You managed because you’re persistent and hardworking. It’s hard but you don’t care. You are finally away from your controlling and toxic family. You can now be yourself. You can now act. You are a free woman. But this is a different thing. You are in your late twenties, and you call yourself a Casanova. But in truth, you’re a useless lesbian. Despite having your own place, having a stable job as a café manager and being able date people, you just can’t get the love you have been yearning for. You are always left, ignored, ghosted and even cheated on. It started as a casual thing when you met this girl named Samantha. What a beautiful name for an equally beautiful girl. She prefers to be called Sammy though. You met her one night at a bar while you were on a girls’ night with your friends. You kicked it off with her and left the bar. It was a fantastic night. That fantastic night became an agreement. She was lonely so both agreed to keep each other company. No strings attached; no feelings involved. Those nights with her are the best nights of your life. You felt alive and accepted. You didn’t only do exciting things with her. You became friends and you opened up to her about your life. These nights sparked something in you, not just the thrill and excitement she brings every single time you meet. Unfortunately, you have fallen in love with her. Great, just great. Obviously, you already know that you’re smitten. You know that the signs are already there. You’re just too dumb to care and to admit. And because of that, it’s already too late. You can no longer push these feelings away. And as usual, you are afraid to confess your feelings. You hate it when you get so attached so easily. Like you don’t know that already. Like you don’t hate yourself for being so vulnerable. Like it’s your fault for wanting to be cared for. That you have so much love to give. That you feel things so strongly and deeply. That you have given so much and received next to nothing. All you want is love. And that’s exactly what you never get.