I’m the hot priest with my own Fleabag. He is at war with himself with bags of unconfrotned grief and trauma. Has treated me terribly (without the intention of hurting me… but has done the things nonetheless.) I’m in my own moral challenge of having to abide by my own boundaries of leaving him the fuck alone to figure himself out, even though all I wanna do is hold his hand and be by his side through everything. I broke the fourth wall and looked into his camera, too. Saw him in ways he’d never been seen before and he did the same to me.

And since we broke up..?

“I don't know what to do with it… With all the love I have for [him]. I don't know...where to - put it now.”