/lit/ - Literature

>>19237185
Hate to say “ahtodaso,” but “ahtodaso.”

Welcome to our accursed company, Brother…

She loves me for all those qualities I held so close to my chest in fear of appearing weak and vulnerable.


25 years I've spent alone, convinced that the way to appeal to women was through a carefully manufactured, boisterous personality.


I regret the time I spent on these boards reading thread after thread written by lonely embittered men slowly convincing me I had to hide my true nature.


But I gave up on any hope of finding love and my walls crumbled down. With no skin in the game I could be true to myself, shy, emotional and stupid.


It was only through complete resignation that I found her, and I never thought I could be loved like this.

What book should I read if I never want to forget this?