Last night before you passed out, in all your drunken confessions, you whispered to me, “Do you have any idea how hard it is to tell someone you’re bisexual.” I paused before whispering back, “I do.” I knew you would never remember.
Last night before you passed out, in all your drunken confessions, you whispered to me, “Do you have any idea how hard it is to tell someone you’re bisexual.” I paused before whispering back, “I do.” I knew you would never remember.