last december 27, 2011, i was on a plane from new orleans to phoenix (the same day frank ocean typed his coming out statement on his plane from new orleans to LA...heh). i got off of my plane and received a text message from the guy i'd been involved with. he had come out to his parents and was finally able to admit his feelings to me...years later after he had moved on. he thanked me for helping him realize who he was. he thanked me for keeping contact with him on the days and nights he felt like he had nothing and no one else to live for. we'd maintained a friendship much the same as frank and his love because i couldn't let him go. i couldn't live my life without him. perhaps he felt the same.
really more of a similar experience than striking parallels (minus a few freaky coincidences like the plane ride upon which we both wrote and had window seats lol). i also write to keep myself sane, etc. i guess his feelings on unrequited love are the same as mine, and i could never quite put them into the right words. a one person cult, cyanide in my cup...that's fantastic. i never would have thought of that. i just know it's a poisonous feeling - that much he and i agree on to the highest degree.