Dear Diary,
I squandered the past three years in lust. I was lost. I threw myself at every woman in the hopes I'd connect with one that'd make me change. None of them could. Over time, I came to justify and tolerate my own habits, but never in three years have I been truly happy.
In a strange moment when I wasn't looking, my prayers became answered. I found my match. It was the last person I expected it to be. She ran around in my empty head for days, and for once I was at peace. For once I knew what I wanted.
But she's gay, and this is something neither sword nor word will ever change.
I don't know what to do.
Yours Truly,
Sincerely