She Thought I Loved Her

Summary

I posted a short piece of flash fiction online—a confession about an unrequited, humiliating kind of devotion.

The story blew up overnight. In it, the male lead stripped himself of every shred of self-respect, repeatedly putting his life on the line for a woman who barely looked his way. Half the comments tore into him for being spineless; the other half were outright cruel: "Tell me the author didn't just write his own pathetic memoir."

To that comment, I replied with a single word: "Yes."