A/n: Okay, I'd given up the short stories after my laptop broke down and
I've lost all my stories that I'd saved there, unless you guys want me to
continue it. This is a new story that I'm experimenting, hope you all like
it.
Warning: Dark, angst, coupling not decided yet.
Letters to God
By: Natylie
"I am so tired on teetering on the edge. Sometimes I think the world has gone terribly wrong and I am a big part of what is wrong. At other times I think I am only coming to terms with myself and that feels right.
So afraid to explore what is possibly wrong. Petrified by purging what could be soul damaging. Either way I lose."
***
Dear God,
I believe in you. I believe in the state and identity that I am blessed wit. I believe that you are with me and have always been. I believe you know that I have fought hard all my life, every step of the way. There was not a single day in my life that I was not conscious of this inner battle. I have been my own warrior, fighting, choosing to fight, only to finally discover that I am my own enemy. I fought against myself and tried not to be me, but above all, I believe.
I acknowledge this choice to be mine. Perhaps, my preference would be witnessed as a weakness or a disease, but I have now came to a conclusion that I can no longer make this live livable unless I come to terms with. me.
You know how hard I have fought. I know a few words to express them. My vocabulary is as limited as my knowledge of your identity. But I know you hear me when I pray. I know you hear me when I sing to you about you. I know you grew with me every step, every inch of the way.
I had hoped that I would not regret this decision I have made. I have tried and persevered, now I have lost. If indeed defeat is what I must accept, then I will readily do so, but I will not, and I refuse, to come to a stage where I must fight and in the end only to find that the only way to emerge a winner is end your precious gift, life itself.
They say people like me live in the closet. To a certain degree it is true, but we are not alone. We have you. I know that. I believe that I do have you. I never thought that I was alone in my fight because there was you, the only one who understands. So this closet that I am living in is not so small.
Your forgiveness is imperative for all the indulgences that I will partake in the future. But should you fail to find it in your faith to forgive me, then I fully understand. Perhaps I have failed you, and indeed if you had stopped to love me the way I had always believed you did, then I hold myself to blame I am the guilty one. If you cannot love me still, I will not hate you because I realize that my decision has made me unworthy of a love as almighty as yours. Perhaps I am weak, but I would rather admit defeat than die, for dying would be an insult to you.
Now I admit to you, Me and all the love on earth that I am a homosexual.
Yagami Taichi,
A/n: Review, please! I want to know if you guys want me to continue this or not. Thank you!
Warning: Dark, angst, coupling not decided yet.
Letters to God
By: Natylie
"I am so tired on teetering on the edge. Sometimes I think the world has gone terribly wrong and I am a big part of what is wrong. At other times I think I am only coming to terms with myself and that feels right.
So afraid to explore what is possibly wrong. Petrified by purging what could be soul damaging. Either way I lose."
***
Dear God,
I believe in you. I believe in the state and identity that I am blessed wit. I believe that you are with me and have always been. I believe you know that I have fought hard all my life, every step of the way. There was not a single day in my life that I was not conscious of this inner battle. I have been my own warrior, fighting, choosing to fight, only to finally discover that I am my own enemy. I fought against myself and tried not to be me, but above all, I believe.
I acknowledge this choice to be mine. Perhaps, my preference would be witnessed as a weakness or a disease, but I have now came to a conclusion that I can no longer make this live livable unless I come to terms with. me.
You know how hard I have fought. I know a few words to express them. My vocabulary is as limited as my knowledge of your identity. But I know you hear me when I pray. I know you hear me when I sing to you about you. I know you grew with me every step, every inch of the way.
I had hoped that I would not regret this decision I have made. I have tried and persevered, now I have lost. If indeed defeat is what I must accept, then I will readily do so, but I will not, and I refuse, to come to a stage where I must fight and in the end only to find that the only way to emerge a winner is end your precious gift, life itself.
They say people like me live in the closet. To a certain degree it is true, but we are not alone. We have you. I know that. I believe that I do have you. I never thought that I was alone in my fight because there was you, the only one who understands. So this closet that I am living in is not so small.
Your forgiveness is imperative for all the indulgences that I will partake in the future. But should you fail to find it in your faith to forgive me, then I fully understand. Perhaps I have failed you, and indeed if you had stopped to love me the way I had always believed you did, then I hold myself to blame I am the guilty one. If you cannot love me still, I will not hate you because I realize that my decision has made me unworthy of a love as almighty as yours. Perhaps I am weak, but I would rather admit defeat than die, for dying would be an insult to you.
Now I admit to you, Me and all the love on earth that I am a homosexual.
Yagami Taichi,
A/n: Review, please! I want to know if you guys want me to continue this or not. Thank you!