"Okay from the top!"
"More power!!!"
"Power dance!!!"
"AGAIN"
My body is sore all over, and my eyes are so tired. Sweat runs down my face as we give it everything we've got.
Exhausted. That's how I would describe how I feel right now. But somehow, my heart doesn't feel the same. I saw him—dancing gracefully. Fatigue is clear on his face, yet he still looks beautiful, even with those exhausted eyes, I can't stop looking at.
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"I am a bisexual person." I was amazed. He looked beautiful. Though hesitant at first, he finally found the courage to tell me who he truly is. I am so proud of him. I never judged him because he doesn't deserve that; he deserves everything good and beautiful. It doesn't matter who he truly is. I accepted and embraced him completely.
But—Will he also accept who I really am?
I doubt it.
Yet, I hoped.
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Hello, everyone. I am Sheena Kim Donovan, 20 years old, and a second-year student at Marinduque State University, currently pursuing a Bachelor of Arts in Communication.
This is the story of how I fell for a bisexual person. It's a true-to-life story of a broken soul who fell for a man as beautiful as flowers. As I write this, I can't help but giggle as I remember all of our short but meaningful encounters and unexpected moments.
It started on an exhausted and tiring week.
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