I tell how it was first time I told someone.
went to Valeria, my high school sweetheart. Our relationship had been close friends since we met, and although we separated a year were still seeing each relationship from time to time through the years to have coffee and tell us about
our lives. In those talks, she always wondered, half jokingly, why we cut off if we got along so well.
In one of these meetings, she had returned from a trip and wanted to tell me things I had experienced. We were in a cafe talking and looking at pictures for hours, her husband called her cell a few times. The waiter came and told us to charge
were closing in fifteen minutes. Suddenly, I said I wanted to tell you something, and a half left me said "I'm gay" .
She looked at me and said he never had imagined that all was well, I still wanted as ever. That to her I was still the same person.
I, weeping, told him it was a relief to think so, it was the first person who had it and I thought maybe she would think badly of me.
"I would have thought ill of you if you had said you were a murderer. Or a torturer, a son of a bitch. Because I do not think you are gay bad. Even I always fancied the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing with another woman, I sympathize the idea to be gay, but never had the impetus to try ... "
0 comments:
Post a Comment