This past Sunday, something momentous happened.
I got some baaaaad news. And it makes me feel lost, anxious, relieved, terrified, free. How often does your quasi-boyfriend tell you he thinks he's gay? The boy you spent your whole summer with, shared awesome and sometimes perplexing memories with?
It all makes sense now. The only problem is, where does this leave me?
And better yet, how is the trip to visit him next week going to go?
1 comment:
Indeed.
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